A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I remember a brick of feta drizzled in olive oil. That’s it? The concept seemed so foreign. Yes. Please. Yes, please. Simple pleasures. Purple buds on tree limbs. A guttural laugh. When you will never let yourself put too much honey in your tea, but someone else does for you and you do not have…
Sometimes, everything is a delicate balance. It isn’t even just the day-in, day-out spinning plates teetering around us, threatening to smash. We all have stuff. We all juggle. We get tricked into thinking we are missing fingers. We find quarters behind ears. We encounter surprises around darkened corners. Sometimes, things pull streamers we hadn’t known…
Take this as you will, friends, but I’ve been thinking in terms of lists lately. Writers, restaurants, cities, television shows, movies. Excluding favorite books (a list that very nearly exploded across an entire notebook page with little chance of hierarchy), the things I like can be grouped into genre castes comprised of twos and threes.…
I fear you might be judgmental of the information I am about to disclose. And I am sure there are a lot of reasons why I should think twice before sharing this, including, first and foremost, the fact that Julia Child is probably shaking her head at me so powerfully it could transcend several decades,…
So, you may have already guessed it, but I like oven fries. Like, a lot. I’d almost say I love them. Wait, that’s a lie. I would definitely say that I love them…but conditionally. I know, I know. How awful of me. Everything I have ever heard about love has pointed to the opposite kind,…
Let’s do a trust-building exercise. You are about to learn that I don’t make promises I cannot keep. But before we get to that, perhaps we should cover some important history. You should know that Mashed Potatoes and I have a past. Truthfully, we’ve spent a significant part of my 23 years together. Please don’t…
