Food

Spit It Out — An Internal Conversation

Me1: Welcome. Thanks for joining me today to discuss your thoughts on the twenty-first century. Can I get you something to drink? Water, Coffee, Soylent, Dr. Pepper?

No Idea What We Ate…But It Was Delicious

The simple promise:

The END of PLENTY — Chasing hunger in India

Empty stomachs speak languages only the heart can hear, the cries of starvation have…

Tiny True Tales

Dirty Thoughts

On a morning walk in a town I hate because you’re gone, I happen upon the…

I Had No Idea I was Killing My Husband

Waking up and realizing what you’ve done for the past five years

Tiny True Tales

Grilled

At the backyard cookout, the beef patties look like little pink brains, flattened into…

Food: First Hamburgers of 2017

There is nothing so yummy as firing up the BBQ on the first really warm Spring day (for us) and cooking…

My Very Un-Instagrammable 9 Months on an Organic Farm

Dog Over Dogma

At the age of ten, I devised the crime that would be the crowning glory of my squalid and disreputable career as a child. The victim, as usual, was to be my long-suffering grandmother — my Nani.

Nani weighed in at about 90 pounds on a good day and age had diminished her…