Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. -The Song of Solomon The last three weeks have passed quietly; in a way, things have been more calm and peaceful than ever. But beneath this calm, there has been a constant stream of change. After months of false starts,…
When people enter the kitchen, they often drag their childhood in with them. I was brought up on English children's books, in which teatime and cottage life play an important role. These formed my earliest idea of comfort: a tea table in a cozy cottage. As an adult, I have reinforced these childhood notions by…
Just thinking about her made him warm inside. No longer did he wish to be a fish or a sunflower--or anything else, for that matter. He was glad to be human. For sure, it was a great inconvenience to have to walk on two legs and wear clothes. There were so many things he didn't…
Dining with Dostoevsky 