A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
I don’t know that I like holidays anymore. And I don’t have to. They are a privilege, and they stem from privilege. We never consider everything from every angle. And, while changing perspective can be an important survival tool, one does not have to be grateful (or ready to let go yet) just because it…
An unfortunate rule of thumb in my world: when in doubt, overcomplicate. I ran into an acquaintance of mine recently who got me to thinking about how silly it is for me to be afraid of the things I am afraid of. Grace and I had been walking through the Mill City Ruins in lovely…
I don’t know if it’s my face, my penchant for sparkly temporary tattoos, or the immaturity (arguably: refinement) it requires to appreciate my sense of humor, but goodness–people sure seem to think I am a lot younger than I am. Like, I’ve been asked if I am over the age of 18 four times in…
I think of these sandwiches in “ultimate” terms. Tracing the long line of looping, fallen dominos, I would find myself in a (perhaps socially unacceptable) glutinous state at my dinner table on Thanksgiving. I know, I know. Everyone is a glutton on Thanksgiving. Here’s the thing, though: I cooked the whole meal, I was drunk…
I have been meaning to make this sauce for months. You know, I really don’t feel like the busiest person in the world. I work, I come home, I visit people, I do things. It seems pretty simple. It’s also enjoyable, overall. It’s just that, when I think about the things I intend to do,…
I don’t know about you, but I’m at that hopeful stage at the end of winter/beginning of spring where it seems like things can only get better from here on out. Logically, this is kind of true. Spring will come, then lead into beautiful summer. It happens every year. But sometimes, we find ourselves so…
