I believe cooking is important. It enables us to eat healthier foods, and makes us more mindful of our place in the world. I honestly believe that cooking and eating together with family and friends grounds us and makes us happier. I hear many people say they don’t have time to cook. I hear Michael [...]
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This morning I put my son in the stroller and took him for a walk. The air was a little chill (for Florida), but we walked anyway, up our street, a right at the corner, then wandered the bumpy asphalt sidewalk through our neighborhood. My intent was to snap a few photographs, get Aiden out [...]
It’s not a failure if you end on a good note
Let’s get it out of the way: I’m sorry. I feel like such an irresponsible blogger, especially since I started with such promise, such lofty goals. Teach myself how to really cook, I said. Learn about food fundamentals through study, practice, and writing about it, the very act of articulation enough to instill in myself [...]
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The impostor’s confessional
No one taught me to cook. I never found a dusty wooden box, faded paper scraps scrawled with generational recipes for pecan pie or great-grandmother’s chicken stew. I never stood tiptoe by my mother’s elbow as she deftly stirred yolk into flour. No grandmother graced table with latkes, and I never asked the recipe for [...]