It happened while I was loading the dishwasher, a tiny, foot-wide appliance squeezed inside the equally tiny kitchen of my first apartment in Washington, D.C. Prying the top off of my favorite to-go coffee mug, I placed it next to the mug on the upper rack. Looking down, I noticed that I hadn’t opened the sipping part of the lid to ensure the whole thing would get clean, and froze.
I used to stand on the cheap linoleum next to a much bigger dishwasher in the kitchen of my old house in Western Maryland, bracing myself for the fit of rage my ex-husband had whenever I did something that didn’t meet his standards. The unopened lid of my coffee mug in our dishwasher was a serious offense that typically led to his relentless criticism for at least 20 minutes afterward. …
“A recipe for disaster.”
It’s an expression people use when they’re describing factors that lead to bad outcomes.
What if instead of limiting the concept of recipes to disasters — and cooking — we started thinking about developing the right flavors and experiences that help us endure uncertainty? …
Sorry for being MIA, Bride in Reverse readers … so much has happened the past three months. In no particular order, I’ve recently: