Last time I was in New York I was barely 21 with a neon heart. I spent my days recovering from numbed out nights spent stumbling ’round Brooklyn and Manhattan looking for the party, a party, a dim …
White Peach, Rose, & Basil Hand Pies
Sometimes I get this resplendent feeling. It starts in the pit of my stomach. I can feel it pressing against my ribs and radiating out of my finger tips. A coniferous forest rises up around me. It’s …
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Summer Squash Salad with Mint, Feta, and Black Truffle Salt
Yesterday we had an argument in the middle of the sidewalk, and we had squash salad. The squash salad made some degree of sense. The argument, however, was a chimera, a figment with no fangs. It came …
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heirloom tomato ginger muffins with pine nuts, olive oil, & orange blossom
After our sojourn to New York, Tennessee seems positively vast and serene, especially in the late August light. I’ve been so exhausted I’ve yet to even unpack. Brocade trousers are tangled with …
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Fig, Balsamic, and Rosemary Hand Pies
Late summer is a lens flare lucid dream. An imperious, two-volume Oxford English Dictionary now keeps company with the fearful symmetry of a cheap ceramic tyger on the bookshelf in the newly cleaned …
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Our Daily Bread: Honey Whole Wheat
The grey outside the casement windows is soporific. Thunder rolls, crashing in operatic waves, from one end of the sky to the other. Cracks of lightening etch themselves neatly into the rain, striking …