A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I want the quiet, that slow drip through wet paper. Grounds. The kind of exhale that makes a soft, little noise. It just doesn’t matter very much, really. Sugar and butter make caramel on the stovetop, fragranced with soft drops: tablespoons of lukewarm coffee. You won’t totally notice, really. But it’s there. Pecans and mini…
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, don’t you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget. (the road) carrotscomfort foodcookingdeliciousfoodfoodiegluten freehealthyMinneapolisProducereciperoasted red pepperSoupveganvegetableswinterwriting
They arrived. Shaped like a tomato. Plump, coral rounds with thick, stiff leaves. this is [the most wonderful time of the year] / prosciutto ribbons, rendered fat / thyme-y red onions cooked down in their sugars like jam / then, creamy, white burrata plop! Steam, fresh out of the oven to meet chive confetti and…
Lately, I have been actively seeking more information related to interruption. It’s fascinating, really. Research (here and here and, more broadly, here, to start) shows that women are interrupted significantly more frequently than men are, and that men are significantly more likely to interrupt than women, and that men are significantly more likely to interrupt…
XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the…
Melt. And release. A ball of clementine dough. Rolled atop parchment, it meets heat and spreads into what is next. It becomes, and we start to see the rest as contrast -tightening so that we know what it might be like to let go- because maybe the intent and the impact can be irrelevant, even…
The last few weeks, I have been asking people to tell me what their favorite Christmas songs are. It can be kind of interesting to hear about, actually. Whether or not I ever tell those I’ve interrogated, I am always, always categorizing their responses. I find the people I get along with best respond with…
