Karma is one of those words that’s thrown around a lot in many contexts and usually outside of its original intent. It’s at once a promoter of good vibes, but is also serves as a kind of Panopticonic guilt-inducing gaze: Someone is watching you, and if you’reread more
I don’t usually watch TV, but the show Chopped has always intrigued me. Maybe because it feels a little more like reality TV than the rest of the genre. The ingredients in my kitchen are never as extreme as those given to the contestants, but frequently atread more
I recently was admiring a friend’s “new” purse. I knew it had to be vintage because it was one of those styles they just don’t make anymore.When she explained that it was actually her grandmother’s—she’d found it recently when cleaning out her old apartment—a pang ofread more
I’ve been experimenting with a raw diet this week, which has yielded good and bad results: some bloating, some boredom with the local produce selection in a chilly April, some frustration and cravings; but also some unexpected energy, and a general feeling of wellness inread more
It’s really hard to find truffles that are vegan. I had to say it. Most recipes involve lots of cream and butter and the like, and those ingredients are essential to the experience of breaking through a chocolatey shell to a light, whipped inside. Geniusread more
Rice has a bad rap here in the West, one that I participated in until I visited my friend in Cambridge one summer. Her roommate had a daily rice ritual passed down from his family: he has his own mini rice cooker, and every dayread more
Following instructions puts me on my A-game. Give me a box of Ikea component parts, a tiny wrench, and a word-less assembly guide, and I’ll be in my happy place for the next seven hours. The exception is cooking. Although I identify as both a baker andread more
Following instructions puts me on my A-game. Give me a box of Ikea component parts, a tiny wrench, and a word-less assembly guide, and I’ll be in my happy place for the next seven hours. The exception is cooking. Although I identify as both a baker andread more
Some of my friends and family members talk about a bowl of pasta like it’s a drug–a food the mere thought of making on a chilly fall evening could send them on a carb spree that would make Marie from Everybody Loves Raymond the proudest mama outread more
For the past eleven years, I’ve dealt on and off (mostly on) with intense digestive issues ranging from abdominal cramping and distention, constipation, and a “full” feeling that creeps up into my throat and is the antithesis of the good kind of full-feeling after you’ve hadread more
