Sprouts of Ill Repute

I hated Brussels sprouts growing up. I mean hated them, more than just about any other vegetable. Like many things I thought I hated growing up, however — like feminism, so-called “bleeding heart” values and “slutty” behavior — this had everything to do with how they were presented to me. My mom basically boiled all…

Handle Your Own Biscuit(s)

The drama this week, on top of everything else, was about a backing-up sink in the apartment below me that forestalled much cooking over the weekend. Fortunately I had pre-frozen saag and dal in the freezer. The plumbing professionals did make an appearance (in their gloves and masks), but it was an involved and messy…

Ground Corn Muffins

Sorry I’ve been AWOL for the past couple of weeks! I got an amazing if challenging new job writing up reports for an organization that does assessments for asylum cases, so my plate (so to speak) is a lot fuller. I had a few disappointing trysts with Yukon Gold potatoes in the meantime – I…