After all these years, we still love little yogurts. It’s a little dishonest maybe, or at least evidence of my claim that I’m no militant. Because while I’ve repeated the origin story of my current career over and over for years now, my grocery cart still might hold the unexpected.
a simple apple cake
My editor once told me that she has to bake immediately upon returning from a trip. It doesn’t matter how much laundry and unpacking I’m supposed to be doing, she told me as she fed me a buttermilk cake at one of our meetings. I need the kitchen to know that I’m back. We had quite a…
raspberry mint lassi
Last week on of those perfect hot/cool nights, we sat out on the porch and drank mojitos and ate green chile cheeseburgers. The dog hung out calm and mellow and not barking at the neighbors, and my sister brought her new blue portable record player out onto the porch and put it on a chair and played her…
peach cinnamon yogurt pops
I woke up the other day in a not-so-good place. It wasn’t anything specific that put me there, but at the time it felt like a small storm of 2 weeks before book deadline/ money panic/ fear about how this book will be received/ what happened to the summer/ what will I do next/ and…
we can always talk about yogurt
I never get sick of talking about yogurt. My (very kind and brilliant) agent gets on my case about this, so much so that I can hear his voice in my head as soon as I launch into my story about the magic of home culturing with anyone who wants to know how I got…
Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 