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…
I can’t get the smell of this soup out of my crockpot. I don’t mean to dissuade you from making my recipe. It’s just that, whenever I open the cupboard where my crockpot is, I can still smell gusts of sage-y, savory air. It isn’t the worst. If I reach for a tupperware container, or…
There are a lot of things that have happened lately, aren’t there? There are. Too many. It’s surprising. It’s ridiculous. And all I can think about is how lotus flowers grow from mud; and how, sometimes things get worse before they get better; and how, in order to locate a problem, the problem first has…
Someone once made a soup like this for me, and I ate it happily for days. I would sprinkle it with chili flakes and droplets of lime juice. It was infectiously green and vibrant. I craved it when it was gone. The last time I ate this, it was cold outside sometimes, but not always.…
Days ago, I was standing in the coffee shop where I was hired to be a barista nearly four years ago. I was talking to a regular customer I’d bumped into. She caught me up on where she had been in her life that brought her to where I’d found her. Skeptics may interpret synchronicity…
Sometimes (read: a lot of the time, most of the time, all of the time), our culture dictates our perception of even the most minute aspects of our existence. In broader ways, too, those of us on the Western side of the globe often adopt an individualistic, and at times, capitalist attitude. So, I stand…
Something big happened to me recently. Like, grand scheme of things big. [Insert VHS rewind sounds] as we center our focus on January 1, 2015, in which, by not partaking, I make my yearly reassertion that, to me, New Years Resolutions are not a great way to promote self-acceptance. That day last year, I instead…
