I feel as though there is much to say, but I hardly know how to begin. My writing during the last two months has been sporadic at best, a jumble of notes saved on my phone, as blog drafts, and penciled into a journal I'm lucky if I remember to open every night. Although not much is well organized, the scattered thoughts and insights are there somewhere, and one day I know I'll revisit them. Today is not that day, however.
Thanksgiving was quiet for us this year. Our group was small, but I cooked almost everything from pumpkin pie to roast turkey breast. My two pearls of wisdom to remember for next year: Simmer your own turkey stock the weekend before. It makes for the very best pan gravy and stuffing. Also, if you have a smaller group, roast a turkey breast instead of an entire turkey.
So, we say goodbye to November with a few good reads from around the web. I can hardly believe it's December, the end to what ended up being a very, very good year, for myriad reasons.
The curious persistence of poetry shops.
The surprising power of waiting.
These ingredients are leading the locavore movement.
How to make masala chai.
The psychology of why we do nothing about climate change.
The lost art of conversation.
How recipe writing is changing.
Pleasures of the literary meal.
Why Mark Bittman left his dream job at the New York Times.
A trick to keep lipstick off your wine glass.
When tweeting meets poetry.
How to raise a voracious reader.
Change your story to change your life.