Tag Archives: foodie

The intensely masculine act of cooking beef chili

Posted on March 8, 2017 by

I broke up the beef with the back of a wooden spoon until it was no longer pink and spread it with the fat and spices and aromatics into a weave and stood there in my apron, regarded myself, got … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, musings, parenting | Tagged , , , , , , , | 44 Comments

We dropped the flyer for the middle school orchestra concert between the bleachers and left the chicken on the refrigerator

Posted on March 7, 2017 by

I got so mad at the chicken I roasted I couldn’t even eat it. I started working on it at 2 PM but it wasn’t ready, and out of the oven, until just after 6, right when Lily needed to … Continue reading →

Posted in humor, parenting, writing | Tagged , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Viking graffiti inside the burial chamber, Orcadia

Posted on November 8, 2015 by

Just as you’d think they would, the Vikings came upon a structure of religious and historical significance that had already been there a few thousand years, punched a hole through the roof because they couldn’t find the door, pulled out … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

‘Tight framing of shots,’ 1974

Posted on November 2, 2015 by

It’s like I’m caught on flypaper, trying to leave the Scottish bar: they’re on to me, an American tourist here for a week, all of them asking questions. It starts with the old guy and his dog who’s sniffing my … Continue reading →

Posted in humor, travel | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Red Virginia Creeper

Posted on October 25, 2015 by

Sitting in Laurent’s kitchen over an old farmhouse table he’s trying to describe what Capon means, the castrated cock he cooked the last time we were here in Metz around Christmas, and when he says castrated cock he suddenly looks … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

Listening to the band Suicide in an Amsterdam loft

Posted on October 23, 2015 by

When we leave Germany, the vines growing up my mom’s house have lost most of their leaves and her courtyard has a battered look to it with all the dead and the dying lying on top of each other — … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

Prague 3

Posted on October 13, 2015 by

My left heel hasn’t been right since I tripped down the steps in the Bahnhof on the way to a beer festival a couple weeks ago, the traditional Bavarian Trachten shoes a half-size too big, making it that much harder … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments