Posts Tagged ‘leftovers’
Now is the time for comfort food. I recently got a gift subscription to Bon Appetit and their main articles this month were on cheese and caramel; it’s been incredibly cold; I’ve been busy with work and new projects, like knitting my first hat. When I cook, I just want something good. Good to eat with a quilt across my lap while watching something enriching on my new favorite channel, Create. Produce is a rarity around here, except for Cuties (so cheap and juicy!) so I’ve been getting my fill of starches and dairy. (more…)
“Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
-Vonnegut, A Man Without A Country
Hats off to Rox for posting this quote on her blog a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes, I feel so uncreative, I don’t even know where to start. I’m surrounded by creative people every day and I marvel at their ability to generate ideas, create beautiful works of art, or make useful objects. Hell, even pick out interesting outfits. How can I be more creative? What is my art? (more…)
I am not adventurous. People have to force me into situations and give me no choice but to take the risk I am too chicken to decide to take for myself. A prime example of this when I saw my first real concert. It was Red Hot Chili Peppers and Foo Fighters at the Target Center and I was fourteen. My friends wanted to lose our nice, comfortable, safe plastic seats for the scary, smelly mosh pit down on the floor. What was I to do?? After watching them effortlessly hop down to the floor, I gingerly stepped-crawled-slid-fell down the wall onto my ass. The concert was just starting, and everyone was too distracted to see the dorky middle school girl who just fell, and if anyone was watching, I was too enthralled with the music to care.
I sometimes cook with that same attitude. Afraid to make mistakes, embarrass myself, poison my friends. Sometimes, when I make new dishes, I only share it with only my dearest friends, because I know they will be honest with me (Rox) or tell me it’s delicious no matter what (Jake). This past weekend, I put that shy girl on time-out and decided to make a chili. I couldn’t find a recipe I liked, so I made one up, remembering tasty chilies from my past. I like corn, so I added corn. Sure, it’s not technically “white,” but if I called it murky, yellow, cream-colored chili, I doubt you’d be interested in making it. (more…)
I know, I know. My last entry was a shamefully long time ago. There was an election, as you know. I went on my first business trip the very next day. Oh, and I was mentioned (not by name, but still…) in Publishers Weekly. I was the intern to happen upon the manuscript of one of Coffee House Press’ most successful books to date. It’s a great feeling as I slowly build a name for myself in my industry. Though it would be better to have my name printed in one of the most widely-read trade mags in the book world, this is genuinely worthy of Xeroxing and sending to my grandparents.