A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
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…
Well, the time has come. Here I am, my belly full of extra-crumb coffee cake, starting to really think about what I need to pack (and purchase!) for my summer yoga retreat in Florida. As someone who is about to embark on the journey to becoming yoga certified, it is certainly silly to interpret all…
There are few times that I have actually wished I could take a picture of an aroma, but this was one of them. Here is a story about a time when a bunch of simple ingredients-coconut, milk, flour, and brown butter-magically transformed into bread. But not just any bread, not only because this is mostly…
Rarely do I make plans months in advance, and rarely do said plans occur on a Tuesday evening. But when I heard that Deb Perelman (the mastermind behind the awesome blog, Smitten Kitchen) would be speaking and signing books at the Hennepin County Library, I marked my calendar and informed my boss that I had…
