Bittersweet market
The bitter sweetness of the day began while parking the car in at the Italian market in Philadelphia. DH got a call from the real estate agent. The house closing which was slated for next week has been put off—for weeks possibly—because the sellers don’t want to be inconvenienced. I tried to let the [...]
A time to eat
In the summer, when the heat pushes in through the screens and the crickets and the traffic and the yelling of kids playing stickball in the street fills the air with soundwaves, I don’t cook. The oven makes the house too hot. And usually, I’m not hungry for more than a salad or some grilled [...]
foodie prose–ode to 7 good things
slick skin, smooth flesh, wide pit. slicing it in half and cubing the flesh the way my best friend learned to do in Hawaii, eating the cubes off the knife blade without cutting our tongues. mango sorbet and in lassi at the Indian place on the corner. sweet and cool from some place far away. [...]
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