I don’t like the term “comfort food.” I think it’s condescending and drips with unnecessary, misplaced nostalgia. When I was in high school, I walked to school. It wasn’t uphill both ways. Sometimes there was snow, but the sidewalks were generally plowed. It didn’t build character. It didn’t "make me who I am." It was … Continue reading Exonerating the Pot Roast
It was 14 degrees when I stepped out the door this morning. Gray. Windy. But I went out anyway. I haven’t been having much luck this deer season. I’ve spent a lot of time seeing nothing and the few times I did see deer, I made rookie mistakes that blew my opportunities. It’s not been … Continue reading Ambushed By Ten Minutes of Peace
(This piece was originally published in The Van Wyck Gazette) Sounds of emptiness fill the spaces between shelves stocked with jars of jams and jellies and refrigerators chilling meats, cheeses and produce. Mechanical hums from around the room harmonized with faint background music. On one end a girl in her early twenties squats, loading gallons … Continue reading Fresh Local Produce All…Winter?
It was the kind of phone call that makes you stop and wonder how you’d gotten to the point that the phone call could even happen in the first place. And yet, at the same time, the kind of call that eventually brought to light all of the answers to the questions about how you’d … Continue reading Give Me The Bird
I might have a problem.