Poetry Corner Friday: Fruit Stand
Is it strange
that I am enamoured
of a fruit stand? [...]
Posts Tagged ‘food’
On coffee and dessert
We’re going to be struggling for a while, between hosting parties for people who don’t really like us and trying to pay rent that we can hardly afford on a place that we don’t have… I can tell that once we have a proper kitchen with an oven and the like, we’re going to spend a lot of time making each other coffee and dessert…
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On grease and caffeine
It will be better in a few days. Slightly. Much better in a couple of weeks. Even better than that after the new year. It can only get better from here. These next few days though… these next few days will be a problem, though not an insurmountable one. This will all be a story one day. Like the scar on his chest. Adds character. Remember the time when…
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On why I’m not a food blogger
And before you laud me as a natural born chef (which, I know, is what you were about to do) I’m usually wrong. I can almost never do something exactly the same way I did it before, because I wasn’t paying enough attention the last time I did it.
Epic domestic fail…
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I know that I have a tendency to fall into the belief that everyone else is, including my old-but-obviously-inexperienced-with-the-ways-of-the-world therapist (can you tell that I’m a youngster?) and that I am the only person in the room if not in the world with half an ounce of vision and good sense. I told the doctors that at Bellevue. They raised their eyebrows at me and nodded their heads. I guess everyone in Bellevue says that, huh?
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On views and strange memories
I made it a point to look out the window, as I usually do when the trains go overground. I looked out at Chinatown and the nameless project buildings on the border between Chinatown and the top edge of the Financial District, creeping out toward the East River. I used to have a storage box in a Manhattan Mini Storage on Catherine Slip, just blocks from those project buildings.
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On blank at first blank and other crazy ideas — pt 2 (the blues show)
We sat together in the dark bar with our hands in each other’s hands. His face was aglow with appreciation as he watched the band and sang along with blues covers even I didn’t know the words to. His tie (he had dressed up for me) was undone and draped around his neck. Dear God, the boy was beautiful.
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On packing for Cali
You would think that a person as near intrinsically nomadic as I am would not have a hard time doing something like packing for a trip. You would think. The problem is that I have no idea what I need. [...]
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On blueberries
…it annoys me when I buy something like… say… a container of blueberries, use a handful of them in a salad and store the rest in my friend’s fridge in Harlem, and come back the next day or later the same day to an empty or missing container of blueberries.
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So… today is my friend in Harlem’s birthday. This of course confirms the suspicions that I’ve heard you all whispering in the peanut gallery: My friend in Harlem is indeed the same person as XmasDolly’s husband. (Click here for sound effect) Actually, it’s been a pretty cool day. Last year was… um… disastrous. Oodles of [...]
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