Food, stories and experiences, season by season
England has a bad reputation for two things. Can you guess? I’m sure you can. The first would be its weather, by which I can more specifically say, the rain. The second, its food – for which there is no specific: all of it, according to most, is bad. England is a rainy miserable country [...]
I spent the first week of middle school seated alone at a table for eight. A round table, that extended out from my lunch like a balloon, as if to encapsulate my aloneness. For seven days, I ate believing that there were two hundred and fifty sets of eyes on the back of my head. Watching [...]
My fingertips smell of cloves and orange peel. I’ve been making mincemeat. Dried fruit, brandy, apples and spice. I mixed everything together in a ceramic bowl and then packed the mixture away into little glass jars that will be opened successively throughout the month, for mince pies and other such things. I set the jars on [...]
