December 2011
4 posts
“Listen, Hunk, I know the greatest joke on the French people,—they...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay (in a letter to her sister Norma)
What I've Been Eating--Lily Eats
Kale sauteed with sesame oil and red pepper flakes, toast with olive taupenade and avocado, dal from a can when it’s last minute and I’ve been reading about Indian cooking all day in a novel. I am hungry for what the main character eats as he grieves for his father. Pad See Ew from a restaurant that—from the outside—looks too dark to be true. Shepherd’s pie...
Empire--Lily Eats
We ran into Ray Ray at the farmer’s market. He was overseeing four or five trash cans, filling rapidly with compost that people brought from home—in five-gallon buckets, tupperware, whatever they had. Eggshells, banana peels, all the concealed textures of winter. Ray handed Adrian and I each a “Buddha Box” that played chants at different pitches, and we...
How to Eat Poorly--Adrian Eats
When you are quite broke (and pray tell, when you are wealthy, too) it is good to eat slowly. The food seems to be more plentiful, probably because it lasts longer. And no matter how sunk you are, nothing seems so grim if your head is clear and your teeth are clean and your bowels function properly. I find that during times of particularly feeble means, by inviting friends to dine with me,...
