A Scrappy Panegyric

The typical home cook may not have a sous-vide, smoke gun, nor all those chemo-gastro tricks and bits in their cupboard. But in my experience, refrigerator purgation is a fun enough sport of its own. I have no doubt that by this age, any conscientious cook would be well aware of the amazing efficiency of… Continue reading A Scrappy Panegyric

Forever One, and Only

This morning, I said to my mother, "You look beautiful in that dress." And as she sat, across from the table, she couldn't help but smile. It was a breathtaking smile, the kind that's so bright that it becomes a white-washed photo in one's memory. Outside the window, drops of rain were beginning to fall,… Continue reading Forever One, and Only