Our Week of Vegetables ended abruptly with a phone call from S’s brother Friday morning, summoning us to south Jersey for a family emergency. It ...
Yesterday was Day 3 of A Week of Vegetables. (I didn’t write about Day 2 because it consisted largely of leftovers from Day 1. ...
Yeah, it’s hot. Too hot to turn on the oven. Too hot to do much more than lie down in a dark room and wait for ...
I actually read Frank Bruni’s review today–most Wednesdays I give up around the third paragraph, once I’ve confirmed yet again that he’s still.trying.too.hard. Reading the ...
One of the greatest perks of working in book publishing is the longstanding practice of “Summer Friday”: Monday through Thursday, working hours are extended until 5:45, ...
It was to be a memorable, yet still blissfully simple, dinner, one I planned even before I left for work that morning: Herb-flecked triangles of polenta, ...
The other night I went to an after-work, all-girl pot luck dinner. It was all-girl because we met during a food writing course I took not ...
Last night I was poking around on Chowhound’s home cooking message board and came across a lively discussion of baked brown rice. Baking my brown ...
4:30 this morning, I wake to find S sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from me.
-Is everything OK?
-His stomach hurts, he says.
I murmur ...
“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile ...