Put Out the Oven Fire: Practical Advice for When Your World is Ending
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
The Front Runner
Her writing was an act of taking a love that for centuries had been pushed to the margins and defiantly sticking it on the center of the page.
On Homeownership, Citizenship, and Stewardship
Maybe the heating bills could have been lower. Maybe this leak wouldn’t have happened. Maybe my house wouldn’t be sick.
Going Back
So what happens, then, when this desire for mastery, reinforced by habit and nourished by the stories we tell and the media we consume, begins to look elsewhere for fulfillment?
Liner Notes with Tony, Part IV: Scandinavian Invasion
There’s something about how she says “weird now” that sounds distinctly Northern European to me. I can’t quite place it.
Pizza and Other Memories
Innamorato operates on its own timeline, hardly accountable to anything but the desire of its owner to make good pies.
On Val/Galentine’s Day
A craving for apples doesn’t vanish just because you planted an orange tree.
The Other Manhattan
“It has letters like the Hollywood Sign, so it’s basically the same thing.”
Song of Myself
dinner for two
at a blessedly quiet establishment
except the waiter is in training
and keeps bothering us
The Undeniable Charm of The Great British Baking Show
“Is it a reality show?” Well, technically, yes, I suppose.
