Lunch at Bottega Louie
It's hard to wrap up May in a tight sentence or two, because it brought with it a flurry of emotions. At the beginning of the month, we attended an inspiring benefit dinner supporting Alma Community Outreach, and I took home four handmade earthenware bowls from the silent auction that I've been meaning to tell you about.
The next two weeks were more of a blur. My grandfather passed away the day before my birthday, and a week later I was on a plane headed to Minneapolis for a business trip. I was able to spend time with Melissa, Sarah, and Kasey, all in the span of a week. (If you're ever in Minneapolis, check out Broder's Pasta Bar, by the way.) I got a much-needed massage. I finished reading a book and started a new cookbook. And today, Andrew and I invited my immediate family over for lunch to eat Italian beef soup and reminisce about some good memories before my grandfather's big memorial service next weekend.
Sometimes life just comes at you all at once, happy and sad, struggle and triumph, sweet and savory, yet we press on.
"The mantra today is the same as yesterday.
We must become different."
-from Elegy with Apples, Pomegranates, Bees, Butterflies, Thorn Bushes, Oak, Pine, Warblers, Crows, Ants, and Worms by Hayan Charara
What writing a cookbook can teach you about cooking.
Tea culture blossoms in New York. Also, the beauty of a well-used cookbook page.
How to be a poet and a complete human being.
Imagine a world without photography.
What kind of food writer are you?
How to make poetry edible.
A good read in Lucky Peach.
Our stream of consciousness is actually a rhythmic pulse.
Tea in old Delhi.
Are literary journals in trouble?
Looking forward to making turmeric cashews, summer pasta salad, and meringue with berries and cream.
The not-so-graceful middle.
