three is better than one

Like popcorn kernels that get stuck between your molars, and bits of pith clogged persistently underneath one's fingernails, it's often the least significant things unnoticeable by others that you cannot endure about yourself. But when you have someone point out exactly what you already can't stand about yourself (but persistently put off correcting), you don't… Continue reading three is better than one

because pie is irrational

It's a thin line, really, between oblivion and being on the fence. Neither allows you to adequately make a decision, and neither engages you enough in the consequences of a potential decision, should you make one. So here's a great question: meringue or not meringue? While traditionally in France the tarte au citron is made… Continue reading because pie is irrational

Still a Wonder

Whenever I think of comfort food, I can never wander far from bread. Just think peanut butter banana sandwiches (actually just any classic sandwich!), grilled cheese, and stuffing...oh, then french toast, croutons on clam chowder, garlic bread - the list goes on. There's just something relieving about sinking one's teeth (maybe first past a toasted golden… Continue reading Still a Wonder

Thunderstruck

She, in her pastel yellow denim, positioned herself in such a way that the diffused sunlight scattered from the disco ball hung at the window swam surrealistically across her back. Her hair, like Ms. Frizzle's, hid from my line of vision, her profile. I then proceeded to lift, from my cake caddie, the boxed lid,… Continue reading Thunderstruck