A Kind of Salvation

Stop trying to get it to have coffee with that guy from the CSA who works for his stepfather's law firm. The bee doesn't want to be a paralegal, Becca. Sorry, but the bee has actual dreams. -Kelly Stout ("Don't Swat at the Bee," from The New Yorker)   It may sound silly now, but…

A Soup Fit for the Spring Table

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive…

Anything But Bland

This past summer, while having dinner with a friend and her parents, we started talking about the dishes that we would always ask our mothers to make when we were home visiting. For my friend, the answer came quite easily: spaghetti and meatballs. When it was my turn, however, I had to stop and think.…

Over and Over Again

As hard as it is to believe, it seems we've officially entered the mad holiday dash. This is the time of year when recipes for cookies, holiday party fare and festive cocktails abound on the internet; while I usually love the holiday spirit that overtakes the blogging world in December, this year I've been more…

Finding Comfort in Tofu

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…

Dreaming of Dinner

Melancholy, I think, is a sort of default vagueness, a get-out clause, a smothering lack of focus. -Edmund de Waal (The Hare with the Amber Eyes) To be without a job is both exhilarating and depressing. On the one hand, you suddenly have time to do the things you've been dreaming of doing for months: reading…

A Quiet Joy

This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me. And I'd say, What?And he'd say, This--holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.And I'd say, What?And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.-Marie Howe ("The Gate")Last week, last Sunday in fact, this little blog turned 3. It was an occasion that…

Like a Homecoming

 He has, if the truth be told, been putting it off for months: the moment when he must face the blank page, strike the first note, see what he is worth. -J.M. Coetzee (Disgrace) May, the Emerald month, has arrived in all of its glory, bringing with it its usual companions of bright colors, blossoms, sunshine,…