We are back just now from a dance party. After a whirlwind couple of days in Portland, and then back late in the night last night, I woke up early to get to my last day of making coffees at the little French Grocery, at least my last day for now. And then we went…
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let’s have a drink
We are back just now from a dance party. After a whirlwind couple of days in Portland, and then back late in the night last night, I woke up early to get to my last day of making coffees at the little French Grocery, at least my last day for now. And then we went…
fruit tapioca
When I ask you a question, you always come through. Holey, moley. And when you take those few minutes in your day today to zone out and procrastinate on the internet (Who me? Procrastinate on the internet? NEVER!)–read through the comments from the last post. Really, really beautiful, guys. I’m walking into this day with…
the home cook
When I was seventeen, I auditioned for the theater program at Julliard. Actors are a loony bunch, always convincing themselves that they are exactly what they tell themselves to be. I remember waiting in the hallway, dressed in my serious long black skirt, loosening my jaw, breathing deeply. Everyone in that hallway muttered to themselves,…
lemon-pickled turnips
Sometimes, a pickle can make all the difference. I’m not talking about cucumber pickles that you eat on their own, or as a spear alongside a sandwich. I’m talking about that which I seem to have started to call “pickle” as if it were just another taste on the plate.
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