I feel this too and yet I cannot play the coward in this war my heart does not allow it for always I have learned to fight but in my heart and in my mind I know a day will come when Ilion falls and Priam and his people it’s not their pain that pains me not [...]
My mother once told me a story about one of her friends’ Thanksgiving traditions. (Perhaps it was a friend of her friend, or completely fictional—I can’t remember now.) Every year, the family would saw the legs off of the turkey before putting it into the oven, baking them separately in their own dish. Year after [...]
Before I started Kitchen Lark, I spent a while writing a blog called Frying Solo. It was a good way to try blogging—to learn what schedule worked for me, to try my hand at food photography, and so forth—without committing to my own domain name and site design. Among other things, I learned that people [...]
Do you ever find yourself going on food jags? I don’t mean the sort that you go on when you are eight and something is terribly wrong with the world if you don’t have half a cinnamon raisin bagel with butter (cream cheese? Heaven forbid!) and exactly four slices of Pink Lady apple for lunch [...]
The new year begins in a hush. The hustle and bustle of the holidays has died away, leaving behind a somewhat melancholy peace. In theory, the days are getting longer, but they’re also getting colder. I look out the window at the grey skies and bare trees, pull my shawl closer around my shoulders, and [...]
