A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
Upon reflection, I see that, in many ways, I have hit the same note, every day, for years. In different ways. Some of them, simple. Every evening, through the darkening light from the windows [because I have never been the kind to always hit the switch when I should] spreading the contents of jars from…
I made cookies and then I smooshed ’em and I swirled ’em into ice cream. I dolloped that with sweetened condensed milk frosting, topped with more of ’em, crushed. I suppose that isn’t all I learned to do over the course of this most recent revolution around the sun. What a life. Oats and peanut…
Pretend you identify as female and you own a romper with underwires. They poke and prod. They do not bend. Your move. There is a place in the fabric where you can see a little bud. Do you leave it? Do you tug. And when you tug, don’t you feel better. Nothing gets to state…
So, let me tell you a little bit about my favorite gal, Grace. I met her a few years ago through work, in which, on our very first night working together, I first experienced the magnanimity of her spirit. See, she ended up with a bloody nose, and witnessed, firsthand, the AWFUL inclination I have…
