Like many young adults, I didn’t do much cooking until I moved out of my parents’ house. I shared my first apartment out of college with a friend from work. It was a great setup, and I loved the time I lived with her. But I didn’t have a lot of money. I quit the …
It’s summertime. I’m in the kitchen cutting up blackberries for a salad. They might be the only thing on the plate that my kids eat. (I’m hopeful anyway.) The kids are playing in their room, so my attention is split between the task at hand and the baby monitor propped up on the bar. There’s …
I found this writing in a folder from a long-ago (and very short) stint of writing for a small local magazine in my hometown. I had titled it “Bread is Like Life,” which I still think can be true. Originally, I wrote it in 2013 after spending the morning in the world’s tiniest kitchen trying …
I’m the primary cook in our house. Part of that choice is because I’m the one at home. Part of it is because, for the most part, I like doing it. I’m not a great cook, but as time has gone on, I’ve gotten more comfortable in the kitchen. But it didn’t start out that …
