“Is there anything you can’t make?” The Artist asks me as she sits in a chair in my kitchen watching me put the finishing touches on an Indian feast one of my…
Author: emiglia
Au Revoir
“When you went home this time, I had a feeling you weren’t coming back,” he says when I tell him, finally. I’ve only just admitted it to myself: the next step is…
Lime-Raspberry Quickbread (Lactose free!)
I think I should set up an office in a train. I can have a seemingly perfect setup at home: a desk, a bottomless cup of hot coffee, headphones, a blanket… and…
Carrottes Râpées
I get this odd sort of satisfaction from performing relatively mundane everyday tasks. I used to think that it was linked to language, that it was the satisfaction of employing phrases I…
Mini Speculoos Cheesecakes
I swear I saw a stranger from a former life on my crosstown bus tonight. It was appropriate, I suppose, considering the rest of my evening. It’s always been important to me…
Lentil and Rosemary Soup with Lemon
After knowing me for a few months, most people replace the typical greeting of, “How have you been?” with the more useful, “Where have you been?” Those who I haven’t seen in…
Christmas
Christmas means different things to different people. To some, it’s all about stress. To others, a time to get together with family. Sometimes, these two coincide. Christmas when I was growing up…
Nearly a month ago…
Nearly a month ago, I made my first of two Thanksgivings this season. We turned grocery shopping into a team sport and bought more butter than should ever be purchased at once….
La Sidreria
I’m sorry it’s been so long. Please say that steak makes up for it. I am still in Paris, but I’m so overloaded with work, I hardly know what to do with…
I’m Sick
I’m a lousy sick person… probably because I’m never sick, and I don’t really know what to do with myself when I actually am. I whine and moan and complain to anyone…