I like food, but other people just like it more. Still, I can’t quite shake the feeling that domestic-goddessery is expected of me, and I’m failing miserably. I dumped a cold glob of Seafood Portofino—the remains of the previous night’s dinner—into a bowl to microwave, unaware that I was approaching a deeply erotic moment. “I could […]
Cooking, especially cooking for others, fills me with a sense of contentment I never found in cognac, cannabis, or couch dances. Writing about cooking, it seems to me, oozes pretension because mixing literary production and food culture so often seems to require further privileging bourgeois modes of living. Without launching into some kind of Marxist […]
When I turned 52, I dared myself to do 52 things I’d never done before. Preparing Thanksgiving dinner was one of them. My place in the preparation of the Thanksgiving meal has always been that of scullery maid, table setter, or dishwasher. My mother’s little sidekick, I wholeheartedly embraced these roles, being far more interested […]
Family dinners are yet another responsibility I feel pressured to get right. And new research says I’m not alone. Man, do I love food. I love eating food, I love buying food, I love thinking about food. At any given moment, I’m either snacking, pondering my next meal, or scouring Pinterest for recipes, both healthy […]
This originally appeared on The Daily Life. Republished here with permission. In trying to do everything, do we sacrifice the personal goals that matter the most? Most days I get out of bed at 5:45am and practice yoga. I do not leap or spring, in fact I’m a zombie until 7am, when BOOM! I feel […]
