The Harvest is Coming

Lately I feel like I’m drowning. My life has been consumed with an avalanche. An avalanche of apricots. Yup, you read that right. Apricots. Not figurative apricots, mind you. Real live, sweet and juicy apricots are everywhere right now. A few hundred of them are spread across my dining room table, another hundred grace the… Continue reading The Harvest is Coming

My Forgotten Kabocha: A Love Story Gone Awry

I have a thing for gorgeous vegetables. Seriously.      Now this isn’t some twisted fetish like the Ala Carte Professor at the Culinary School I attended had; he walked around showing select female students his album full of pictures of carrots he had grown shaped liked genitalia. No, I don’t go that far. Still… Continue reading My Forgotten Kabocha: A Love Story Gone Awry

Making Chipatis

Saturday evenings, I pull into the driveway and lay on the horn Summoned by the sound, four teenagers unfurl too slowly from beneath their laptops Drag leaden limbs out through the garage to haul bags of groceries from the trunk To the kitchen counter, where each item is unpacked, appraised and rotated into The fridge, broad… Continue reading Making Chipatis

I was not Beautiful Yesterday

I was not beautiful yesterday. The sullen face staring back at me from the mirror was ruddy, puffy, and jowly. My arms were too fleshy, my thighs too bumpy, and my stomach was altogether too domed. Despite the fact that the camera got fixed, there were no selfies yesterday. Though I had plenty of time… Continue reading I was not Beautiful Yesterday