There’s a particular genre of food writing that I just love, that always gets me right in the feels: Odes to grocery stores. But not just regular, American-style supermarkets, with glaring lights, wide aisles and wild shoppers. Definitely not places Whole Foods, or Fairway, or Wegman’s, or even the Jewel-Oscos or Associateds of the world.Continue reading “Signs of Life Well-Lived in Columbus, Ohio”
Richard Olney’s “Simple French Food” is a beautiful book, but written in a bitingly straightforward fashion with no sympathy for your lack of skills.
Everyday around 5 PM, I can hear the trains rolling through Mt. Kisco from my desk. The aggressive horn starts off in the distance, and I can’t help but look at my desk clock. The sound comes closer, and I pack my bag. The doppler’d noise goes off into the distance, and I’m getting intoContinue reading “For Public Consumption | Racing Thoughts”
Summer bums me out. It’s hot, it’s sweaty, everything smells and can I please just take a goddamn nap already? Everyone gets SAD during the winter, but between May and September, I’m pretty much the worst. On an intellectual level, I understand why people love summer. The sun comes out en force and the worldContinue reading “For Public Consumption | Seasonal Shift | End of Day Links”
Back in high school, I was one of those earnest little newspaper kids, working with a ragtag crew of other writer-types for the Brea Olinda High School Wildcat. When I wasn’t playing Starcraft with the other dudes in the production room, I was studying for my AP classes, catching up on late assignments or workingContinue reading “For Public Consumption: End of Day Links”