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…fuck dat…

This is a story I’ve debated about sharing here. Among other reasons, I simply love savoring little secrets to myself. While I am not afraid to spill my thoughts, or expose myself in any particular way, sometimes I just don’t and won’t because I like having things that I own, that are my own… It’s … Continue reading

…pretzels…

It always comes back to bread for me. It is truly such a humbling, yet illuminating, process. I always find myself groping for words to describe it, realizing there are none. To be honest, I’m always groping for words. Verbal expression is frustrating and disappointing for me, unless I’m describing a picture or a sequence … Continue reading

…another pig roast…

Years ago, before and after I graduated from architecture school, I worked for a firm that specialized mostly in commercial work. Kmart stores for the most part. I found it heartless and disappointing. I always found myself running away from aspects of it, finding that some tasks were tantamount to eating large spoons full of … Continue reading

…biscuits…

/ There are few things that are more fun than having someone throw out an idea about making something, only to realize you’ve no real experience with it. In this case it was something as ‘simple’ as biscuits. There’s a plethora of recipes floating around out there. It’s easy enough to just find one and … Continue reading

…the magic of olives…

Too many people who cook get caught up in all of the wrong things sometimes, I think… They talk about Thomas Keller and his recipe for fried chicken and somehow the earth stands still in some sort of epiphanic moment for them… Without a doubt, there are highlights to my life on this earth, though … Continue reading

…cracker…

I started my day at 3:30 this morning – finally digging my copy of MFK Fisher’s How to Cook a Wolf off my bookshelf and began reading. It’s been sitting there waiting for years; I’m glad I finally found the time to explore it. I wish I could write as eloquently and thoughtfully. It’s amazing … Continue reading

…fifty shades of better…

There’s probably one distinct point in my life where everything really changed. It was a result of my sister beginning to drive. She somehow managed to flip a beautiful, maroon colored Opel Manta into a ditch a quarter of mile from our house. She was sixteen, which means I was twelve, driving a car my … Continue reading

…simple pleasures…

I’m not quite sure what has made this last week seem quite so perfect – as with almost anything in life, it’s usually never any one thing – certainly never in isolation, but rather like a mosaic of bright spots that come along at just the right moment throughout ordinary days that make you realize … Continue reading

…kindred spirits…

For a long time I was fascinated by this – I still am, though not quite to the same degree of obsession – watching people in line at the grocery store, studying the contents of their baskets… I can think of few things that offer a greater insight into the soul of a person, no … Continue reading

…another variation on a theme…

Perhaps, another reason why making bread is fun for me – maybe not just making it, but having accumulated enough little tidbits of knowledge along the way to be able to do things on the fly. It underscores the whole idea of the difference between knowing something intimately versus simply being able to do something. … Continue reading