Sometimes when I don’t know what to write, I feel lost. I stand up and sit down with the hope that the brief change of elevation will bring words to the right place in my brain. I write something and delete it. Write and delete it. I blame it on the music and change my…
lemon curd
Joey gave me a lemon tree for my last birthday. It went right into the kitchen next to the sunniest window, and ever since then I’ve been feeding it, singing to it, and showing it off to guests like a proud parent. My reward was an explosion of blooms that released a smell so sweet…
kumquat ricotta tartine
Again. I start writing on an ordinary day. I put it down with the hope of finishing later, and then in that time in between, the New York Times starts yelling at me from my phone. I check the news, I check Twitter (which on the whole I don’t love, but it’s always where I…
a torte for passover
Someday, I hope I can pull off Passover. Right now, I don’t have the grounding, the table, the plate, the haggadah, or the Yiddish. I always imagine my grandmother with her blue embroidered placemats and the crumpled tissue she would unearth from deep within her cleavage so she could dab her eyes when we all…
eclairs
Tomorrow is Rosie’s birthday, but because tomorrow is a school day and then I have an extra long selectboard meeting (I know, I know–my term is almost over), we decided that we’d officially change the day to last Friday and she could be the boss of the day. She wanted to go skiing. And then…
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