Category Archives: Handmade Food

I want fries with that, Crispy Crunchy Taters.

French fried potatoes are by far one of my most favorite foods. The control you have over the shape of the potato, the crispness, the saltiness. Most restaurants do it poorly, some don’t do it enough, some don’t deliver them to me, which makes me sad in my moments of loneliness and stomachachiness. So I [...]
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Homemade Dinners For Past-Due Holidays and Compromised Circumstances

Last week I conjured up a four course meal for my brother and his wife as a delayed Christmas present. They’d already drank their special red wine I bought especially for the meal (from Italian Wine Merchants), but had only used half the bottle of exquisite extra virgin olive oil. The can of oil packed [...]
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Bread As A Method Of Delivery

My mind cycles thinking about what I would like for dinner on nights when I have a single vegetable in the fridge. A half eaten container of yogurt won’t feed these brain cells right now. In a city where you don’t know the ins and outs of, you tend to assume you’ve had all that [...]
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On How To Treat Yourself Special, And Why You Should Never Not Be Doing That

My mom finished an email to me this week with “try and do something special for yourself.” She doesn’t know I’m usually doing relatively special things for myself. Getting up fifteen minutes early to solidify a pleasant and calm morning. Dressing myself up pretty to lift my spirits. Eating a container of Greek yogurt with [...]
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The Meaning of Breakfast

I always have breakfast. Whether it’s a rushed carton of Greek yogurt or a bowl of steel oats lovingly poured over the course of fifteen minutes in a kitchen with the birds chirping, I need it. I need it more than any other meal of the day. There’s something about the way that first bite [...]
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