I’m starting off with the big picture here, so bear with me! As a culture, we like to forget our dependencies, yet we still observe small reverences to the sacred act of eating food with another person: a first date usually means dinner, death or a birth signals the community to bring meals to the…
I love to eat what I eat. My pleasure at the stove and table are sincere and coherent. – “Learning How to Eat Like Julia Child” by Tamar Adler, New Yorker Julia Child’s 100th birthday was yesterday, and this essay on learning to eat and love food is good. I think about this a lot–what food means to…
Tomorrow Kevin and I regress into the “need” of having an internet connection at home. There’s a lot of good things that will come with this, but I’m trying to steel myself into Wendell Berry-esque curmudgeonry so I don’t forget the real life things that we value more than connectivity and entertainment or feeding our information…
i remember learning to use a coffee maker for the first time in oakland, when the sunrise was molten on the edges of the hills and turned the kitchen floor into sun-puddles and bacon was a special breakfast my grandmother let me stand on tip-toe and pour the water in it was cold through the…