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Pink Parm Broth

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…

Brown Butter Tarts

blessing the boats may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your…

Chocolate Beet Snack Cake

Something is bubbling, somewhere. Hot steam above purple water. Making fuchsia goop. It melts into chocolate, which turns to batter. Then, it’s cake. Somewhere, -between beets and a creme fraiche cloak- it becomes. bakerbakingbeet cakebeetscakechocolatedeliciousdessertfoodfoodieMinneapolisreciperoot vegetablessnack cakesweetsvegetarianyum

Rosy Matcha Fizz

I forgot I made tea. I lost track of it. (I dried all of the ingredients) –lemon, mint, rose– and it sat on the counter, unnoticed. For months. Between rolls of the dice, I turned and recalled, “I’ve made my own tea before, you know.” [splatter of numbers on the table] + he claps long-thumbed…

Blood Orange Cake

currently: blushing blooming blossoming blinking [eyes open] / hear that squish magenta juice, coral flesh making fragrant + t u r n i n g pink in some wayshapeform (or cake) bakerbakingblood orangeblood orange cakecakedeliciousfoodfoodielet them eat cakeMinneapolisomnomnomrecipesummerwritingyum

Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake

Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…

Cacio e Pepe Polenta

What if we wonder, Does it come easily? and not in the way that inaction might, or giving up, or remaining uninvolved [because all of those may be the more complicated option at some point, depending on the circumstances] Instead, does it come easily? as in, Does it come out of you like breath, returning…