Food, stories and experiences, season by season
My Mom is not the sort of woman people think of as strong. Possibly, this is because of the way she looks: she is a tiny woman, almost to the point of frailness. She wears an expression of perpetual worry and confusion, as though she is always lost. She carries three sorts of footwear and least [...]
It’s been a year today since I lost my dad. Some of you will possibly relate to the sense of panic I have about this day passing. Because in that year after a loved one’s death, that person is somehow kept alive to you through the comparison of time: last year on this day, we [...]
I tend to enjoy cooking projects that facilitate day-dreaming. Tasks that involve a a rhythm of sorts, a lulling repetition that begs the mind to wander — chopping, kneading — though I think pot stirring is best since you don’t run the danger of chopping your fingers off. Perhaps it’s because I’m lazy at heart and [...]
