A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
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…
Walking through the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving can be a little traumatic. As someone who does not work the traditional schedule, I often feel as though my turf has been invaded come holiday season by a strange breed of beings, ones who don’t encounter the spaces where I make my weekday rounds. I…
As most of my American following is aware of, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Like, mere days away. Working in the food service industry can at times make holidays seem the uncertain equivalent of looming glow clouds–the luminescent green tinge can either align with the traditional “GO!” or it can indicate disappointment on a…
I am becoming one of those people who extracts meaning and assigns personality traits based on someone’s favorite Thanksgiving dish. Pumpkin Pie? You must be strong-willed, because you waited through a whole meal before you got to the part you wanted. Mashed Potatoes? Fantastic in every way, because you clearly have taste (also, try mine;…
Recently, I asked one of my coworkers about time travel. It was more opinion-based, because let’s face it–any true Whovian has learned everything he or she needs to know about time and space from the Tardis (and her screwdriver-slinging, bow tie-wearing counterpart). Doctor Who aside, I found myself set up perfectly to get a certain…
