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Pink Parm Broth

There is nothing quite like the steam above a saucepan. A reminder, something is brewing. Think: an appropriate response to the warmth, with nothing expecting anything Other. (Occurring) naturally to things in a pot, heating. [This is all you have to do.] Vegetables in quarters and thirds, beneath sage leaves and sprigs of thyme. Rinds…

Blood Orange Cake

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Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake

Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…

Cacio e Pepe Polenta

What if we wonder, Does it come easily? and not in the way that inaction might, or giving up, or remaining uninvolved [because all of those may be the more complicated option at some point, depending on the circumstances] Instead, does it come easily? as in, Does it come out of you like breath, returning…

Confetti Cakelets

Every once in a while, the faded parts resurface, and there is love. Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye. I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because we…

*Oops* Peanut Butter-Swirl Brownies

My bad. Well, actually. How about a lesson in: Accountability. see/do: Oops! I made peanut butter batter to swirl into the brownies. Fuck, I really didn’t mean to make them richer and more delicious. God, I was even planning to eat healthfully today. What a knucklehead I am for doing this thing that I openly…

Zucchini Pizza with Lemon and Chives

Arundhati Roy pointed out, “There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot-that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.” And she was right. If I were to summarize my character, it would be with this: recently, I sat on a bench in my favorite book store waiting…