Yesterday, for lunch, I ate several humongous grapes and used tortilla chips to dredge small heaps of chicken salad from a container and thought that was pretty good. This evening, I ate food that seems to transcend “food” as a category and makes me understand things that I generally don’t like: taking photos of your … More The scales have fallen
Not long ago, a neighbor said he’d been in the woods of Connecticut and found a hen-of-the-woods mushroom, and he was giving it to us to eat. If you have not seen such a mushroom, it is sort of like a towering floppy pinecone. It looks like this: That is not a small tomato. For … More Stolenbikestolen
Recently, the magazine Woman’s Day starting appearing in my mailbox. In this magazine are articles that begin with, “If you coupon…” and consumer round-ups of items to make your desk “pretty,” ie. get yourself a “chic clipboard.” There is also a two-page ad spread about kitty litter that asks you to “Rate your stank face!” … More Woman’s morning
For a significant period in the sort-of recent past, before I had children, I managed to get exercise in both the course of the day, by walking or biking to work, and by stopping at a gym on the way home. The facility was always mostly a sports medicine and orthopedic treatment center, and … More Everything I know about cooking I learned at the gym
Generally, if I have to cook, I would just prefer to cook alone, so in the same way that convenience stores use classical music to scatter loitering teens, I occasionally use music to drive people out of the kitchen, or to create a din so that I don’t know they’re there. I also try to … More The Proper Music for Cooking
Most nights when I’m trying to fall asleep, instead of counting sheep, I design utopias. These utopias vary, though all involve everyone spending at least 3 hours a day outside with no cell reception, and all the ideation is overshadowed by my understanding that utopias all falter and then are abandoned. There’s a photographer named … More Blasphemy
There is nothing sweeter or more luscious than an illness that begins on New Year’s Eve and lasts until… maybe next week? Hopefully next week will see the conclusion of this marvelous journey I have taken, or rather, that I was taken on, like a person going for a walk who is suddenly swept … More Le Upper Respiratory Infection Kitchen
