I’ve learned, in the past few years, what it takes to be a great cook. I’m nowhere near it– mostly because I think chiffonade is a waste of time and tear herbs with my hands, and I think thwacking dough on the counter repeatedly counts as kneading–but I consider myself lucky to know a few really …
I am sure that, in my musings, I am jejune. I wish I could hold on to that. It’s inexperience that makes every experience seem so painfully good. This weekend was painfully good. I went to the loveliest wedding. Wherever I’ve been, I always say that I was with the loveliest human beings I’ve met, …
I have been a closet-vegan for about a month and a half. It’s still an experiment. Just something I’m trying on to see if it fits. So far, it does. What I like about it most is that it forces creativity and exploration. I’m cooking things I’ve never thought to cook before. I’m exploring new …
I am a peewee-league outdoorsman at best, so it should come as no surprise that trail running is kicking my butt (I realize that this is, fundamentally, categorically, and for all intents and purposes, the point.) I thought it was quite hard enough to walk up the mountain, and now I’m trying to sprint it, …