A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I forgot I made tea. I lost track of it. (I dried all of the ingredients) –lemon, mint, rose– and it sat on the counter, unnoticed. For months. Between rolls of the dice, I turned and recalled, “I’ve made my own tea before, you know.” [splatter of numbers on the table] + he claps long-thumbed…
How to try and mend a heart (part two). I don’t know. There are no answers. It’s going to pump blood and ache or not ache or not ache and then ache again and then not ache for as long as it wants to. For as long as it can. For as long as it’s…
Matcha, matcha, matcha. Somewhere, in the space between primary colors. Honeyed hot water and ground green tea whisked with bamboo. Wrists flicking, we move with an M or a W. Crackles as the warm liquid pours over. A lid, and another lid. Shake. Green speckles on white. A storyline, splashed here and there. Unplanned polka…
