Life's been swell lately, but if that sounds tone-deaf to your ears, I hereby offer you some sweet solace in a delightful pine nut pie that I save religiously for my Monday breakfast because God knows sweet potato and nuts just ain't anointed enough to save my soul in that ungodly hour. Pine Nut Pie… Continue reading Just a very nice pine nut pie
Author: jenniferannechen
The Long Shortlist
As an INTJ, I love lists. My days are lists. My speech is involuntarily devised in the form of lists. Heck, I have lists reminding me to make lists. But the authoritative simplicity lists so boast can be just as quickly gnarled into oversimplicity, thereby discrediting them of any viability and reason, rendering them no… Continue reading The Long Shortlist
The Things We Do
Life isn't fair. Not least in ways we can ever comprehend. All are dealt a different hand. Some kings, some queens, some black club threes. So why, why do we measure a brother by the weight of his misfortunes? Plagued. A sister, by the depth of her wounds? Broken. Why, why do we fear, even… Continue reading The Things We Do
A fable for fall
Once upon a fall, a crow perched itself on the shoulder of a ginkgo tree. Its crown thinned as one by one its golden leaves fluttered free from their branch. Some found rest in the freshly frostbitten grasses below, others followed the wind to where even the crow could not see. "Foolish! Foolish! How utterly… Continue reading A fable for fall
24 Carrot Gold
For some, music is the magic key to accessing a particular past experience, a buried memory. For others, it's perhaps a chanced blend of particles in the air whiffed up through the nostrils that triggers waves of nostalgia to come lapping lazily the back of the mind. For me, it's food. Don't ask me if… Continue reading 24 Carrot Gold
The Old Faithful
I like old things the unevenness of lines etched by time beneath my fingertips as I graze them gently across faded facades of wood disguising rings upon rings of drought and first rain. Slow Roasted Pork Belly Those who have spotted me in the wild of my kitchen will know that I don't like smelling… Continue reading The Old Faithful





