The shovel option

In times of uncertainty or likely impending crisis, I often decide to cook. This makes little sense, because usually the crisis is my cooking, so cooking in a crisis is just creating a set of interpenetrating disasters.   A little while ago, I was facing down a four-day period of solo parenting, the school-work-transportation-afterschool-food logistics … More The shovel option

State of the divide

Some chefs say that the best tool in the kitchen is your hands. I was thinking of this one evening while striving to dig out some oil-marinated ciliegine from a plastic container with my fingers, my fingers which are roughly as dexterous as a bunch of almost-ripe bananas. I had read that tongs were for … More State of the divide

An actual recipe

Is it a Christmas miracle, a solstice miracle, a day-after-Hanukkah miracle or a five days before Kwanzaa begins miracle? No, this is just me passing along a granola recipe that was provided by Jinx Watson, who is herself a miracle. I have two notes on this recipe. ONE! I greatly dislike shredded coconut, as it … More An actual recipe

Party Time

  One day last winter, I was standing with my son’s classmate’s mother in a Chuck E. Cheese’s as the woman’s daughter screamed from within a plexiglass pod in a SkyTube, which is a play structure not unlike an extra-large set of hamster tubes. Children who enter it are instructed, but only by signage they … More Party Time

Stolenbikestolen

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