“What do you think is in this pot?” I asked Ming. “Potatoes,” he said. “Yeah! How did you know?” I’d boiled four potatoes while he was sleeping. Lately I’ve learned a few things about food I would like to tell you. potato boiling One is–I give up. I will boil my potatoes before I fry… Read More »
“Hey, honey. How’d you get so cute?” I asked. He was standing in the kitchen, wearing his heart tie dyed shirt, half-asleep. He did not reply, eyes closed. “Deal with the devil?” “No,” he said. “Voodoo?” “No,” he said. “Magic spell?” “No,” he said. “Long term effort?” “Yeah,” he said, smiling, eyes opening. “Oooooh! I… Read More »
Sweet potatoes are a favorite food of mine. But long ago, they were a yuckie confusing holiday anomaly. Please consider my tale of change and delicious nourishment. Thanksgiving Sweet potatoes were a nasty overly-sweet dessert Mom made on Thanksgiving. Or no–we were supposed to see them as a regular food, on the table not after… Read More »
Hey, I’ve been thinking of hacks for my crockpot. My crockpot–wow, do I love it. I use it every day. I think of it as a rice cooker, as that’s the thing I use it for most. Also I use it for quinoa–it gets a little toasty on the bottom, but not burned. I did… Read More »
“Who the hell sets off fireworks at 5:20 in the morning?” I asked. “Seems an awkward time.” I was making potatoes. I washed the organic potatoes Ming bought for me, diced them with the big knife on the white plastic cutting board, plopped them into the wok with olive oil, the heat on as high… Read More »