This one goes out to my friend Natalie. One night early last month, she and hers were over for dinner, and I'd made an applesauce cake with caramel glaze for dessert, and she has been patiently waiting for me to post the recipe ever since. In the int...
Friday, November 06, 2015
Last night I got to spend some time with my friend Sam. We hadn't hung out, just the two of us, for a while - maybe not since June was born, if I really think about it. Sometime in the next month, Sam will become a dad. We've somehow been friends for...
Friday, October 23, 2015
On short notice
It's hard to start a post when I'm bored with the photograph(s) I have for it. The alternate title for this post shall be "A Life Fraught with Difficulty, by Molly Wizenberg."I am never, however, bored with beans.I don't remember how I first learned ...
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
While you're not looking
I went through a period a few years ago when I couldn't cook a pot of dried beans worth a damn. Every bean came out waterlogged and falling apart, like a rained-on newspaper, and on the rare occasion when every bean wasn't waterlogged and falling apa...
Friday, October 09, 2015
A couple of weeks ago, I got up earlier than usual, while the light was still blue, and baked a cake.We are having a very adult fall - not adult in the sense of, I don't know, the adult film industry, but in the sense that we now ha...
Thursday, October 01, 2015
I changed my mind
Two Mondays ago, the night before the moving truck was due to arrive at my mother's new (Seattle!) house with everything she owns, Brandon suggested making a celebratory dinner. My mother, it was agreed, would choose the menu. After a moment's hesita...
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Today is our eighth wedding anniversary. It's also the 11th birthday of this blog, the first day of our first-ever corporate tax audit, and the day that my mother officially moves to Seattle. It's a lot of Big Adult Stuff, and I have lots of feelings...
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
We'll go from left to right
I promised cookbooks, and I shall deliver cookbooks. No more nostalgia! No more old photographs! No more zoning out with Danzig videos on YouTube because a man in a Danzig t-shirt just walked into the coffee shop where I am writing and reminded me of...
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
My mother tells me that she had always loved the house. She used to drive by and admire it. When I was thirteen, it came on the market, and she and my dad snatched it up. The house was built in 1948, old for Oklahoma, painted brick with wrought iron ...
Friday, July 10, 2015
I am feeling profoundly (or, as my fingers tried to put it, "feely profounding") inarticulate today in the wake of the Supreme Court's ruling on same-sex marriage. I keep thinking of my uncle Jerry, the first gay person I ever knew, whose de...
Friday, June 26, 2015