The weekend a friend stopped breastfeeding, she and her husband celebrated by taking a cruise. They relaxed, they laughed, and because she could, they had a few drinks. All should have been well. But her breasts didn’t get the memo about not breastfeeding order and kept producing milk, as they will, thus becoming enormous and…
When Irish Eyes are Crossed
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I made Irish soda bread. Sort of. When I went from vegetarian from vegan some years back, what I missed and thought of wistfully were the big overstuffed omelets I used to make on Sundays and my Irish soda bread, which I made all the time. I’d adapted my…
Acquacotta
Our new washing machine overloaded and dumped water all over the utility room floor. This necessitated a major bail and mop. Then our antique dishwasher decided to call it a day and did the same thing, so within a couple of days, there I was again, cursing and mopping up buckets of water. I’d just…
Soupe Joumou: Sunshine in the Midst of Darkness
When a man pours you his soup, he pours you his soul, even when it’s soup cooked up on a hot plate. Maybe especially then. My friend Marcel celebrated New Year’s Day by making soupe joumou, the beloved soup with which Haitians start the new year. For Marcel, it was not enough to make soup…
Sake-Spashed Millet with Miso and Gingered Greens and Tofu
I have for some time been searching for a line by one of the French decadent poets. Baudelaire? Rimbaud? Verlaine? One of them guys. The gist of the citation is, be drunk. On wine. On life. On love. On poetry. But be drunk. I’ve interpreted “drunk” in this context to mean loose, uninhibited, delighted by,…
Obsessive Turkish Noodle Stew With Sesame
I remember a time when I was a little girl, riding in the car somewhere with my parents. The car, I believe, was a Dodge Dart, and it seemed to go on for a city block, This was before the days of confining car seats and I was in my own vast world of the…
Smashing Pumpkins
Here, in all its splendor, is this year’s Halloween jack o’lantern, a tradition my father and I have practiced, oh, for decades (and yet our skill set has scarcely improved). I’m so happy I took the picture because as solid as it was when we carved it and as formidable as it looked Halloween night,…
Nobody Here But Us Chickens
I was happy to see Susan Orlean had an article in a recent New Yorker. I had liked The Orchid Thief and The Bullfighter Checks Her Makeup, but her New Yorker article showed me a side of Ms. Orlean I had not known — she is a liar. In “The It Bird,” Ms. Orlean chronicles…
Charmed, I’m Sure
I have always been a hard sell when it comes to magic. Back when I toggled my first loose baby tooth, my parents explained about the Tooth Fairy — your tooth falls out and the Tooth Fairy appears while you sleep, takes the tooth and pays you for it (your original Cash for Clunkers concept)….
Dolcia Somnia Quadruus (Sweet Dreams Squares)
To Sleep, Perchance “Me thought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!” Oh, jeez, Macbeth, you, too? Even those of us who haven’t killed a king have insomnia issues. There’s not one, but two types of insomnia, both of them bite. There’s your not-being-able-to-fall-asleep-at-all, bad enough, but the other is the really diabolical one….
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