I am moving today, and I’m proud to say that for the first time in my sort-of adult life, I was responsible and did most of my packing ahead of time, which is great — except when I had to make food for myself for the week and I had virtually nothing left in my pantry save a canister of flour, a packet of yeast, … Continue reading 30 Minute Magic: 4 Ingredient Flat Bread

My father, a man who does not mess around with his morning caffeine fix, used to grind, press and brew his own espresso every morning before heading off for a busy day at the office. As a wild-haired child of two or three, I’d sit on the counter from time to time and act as his assistant, my young nose already keen on the rich, … Continue reading French Press: A Lesson in Ritual

 this post was originally published in January 2017 I first started making bread in 2012. And I was terrible at it. My loaves, crafted lovingly with impatient, fumbling hands, resembled browned, misshapen hockey pucks. I didn’t know about the importance of a good crumb then, and either I didn’t know how sub-par they were or I didn’t care, I was just excited to learn. Cut … Continue reading Bread as a Metaphor

Tonight is the longest night of the year, and I felt it. My body cramped and blood stained already faded stains of my underwear. Things just felt wrong all day, like I was half awake in a dream and I wasn’t able to do any of the things I needed to do to be alright. But it turns out, things are all right. Tonight will … Continue reading Soup for the Solstice