A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
UGH OKAY FINE THIS IS PIZZA It is pizza and I am a big, lying liar. I don’t even know how it happened. One night, I was roasting some sweet potatoes after I got home from class. I wrapped them in foil and set them in the oven and then I realized just how long…
They arrived. Shaped like a tomato. Plump, coral rounds with thick, stiff leaves. this is [the most wonderful time of the year] / prosciutto ribbons, rendered fat / thyme-y red onions cooked down in their sugars like jam / then, creamy, white burrata plop! Steam, fresh out of the oven to meet chive confetti and…
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…
