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Solace in the kitchen
Simmering (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o)) The kitchen used to be enemy territory for me. I grew up with a mother who cooked out of necessity. I did not see joy in her...
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Holy making
I do what a lot of us do on a typical day. I wake up, get kids to school, work, work out, shop, cook, pay bills. On the good days, I find joy in the process. Or rather, it finds me. On the worst days,...
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When did comfort food start making us uncomfortable?
On my loneliest days, I wish for my mother’s chop suey. This wish may sound odd to you, particularly if you know much about me. I’m not Asian. I come from a family of bland meals where salt and pepper...
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Lessons I did not mean to learn
So much of what I have learned in life was unwitting. As a parent, this realization fills me with a strange combination of relief and chagrin. Because I can’t seem to stop talking. The teachable...
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Ring a ding ding. It’s your nemesis calling.
If it’s the holidays, that means I am going to my yurt. Since I don’t have a real one, I’m going to the yurt I keep in my mind to escape from my nemesis—Little Miss Perfect in the Pumpkin Patch, as I...
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Reviving a lost art
“Well let’s face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still gives dinner parties?” –Nigel Slater, food writer Oh, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. Tsk tsk. I recently attended a dinner...
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One-sided conversations in the kitchen
When all else fails, I make my mother’s spaghetti. When weeks are hard and binging on the Gilmore Girls on Netflix does not bring sufficient comfort, a girl has to step it up a bit. I even tried...
View ArticleThe care she took
It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night...
View ArticleFood is life
I’ve written before about a friend whose entertaining could make you move into the in-law suite. And if that was occupied, you’d set up a pup tent in the backyard in the middle of winter. Truly. Her...
View Article“I’m doing fine. Really. Just fine.” (Sips coffee)
“I’ve been handling this whole pandemic thing oh so well,” I think to myself. But as I think this, I am wearing the most hideous rust-colored sweatpants you’ve ever seen. Purchased—you guessed...
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