It’s all in the bag
I did a lot of cooking this weekend. Like, a lot. I made winter squash soup (an unparalleled success, btw); egg and ham breakfast cups; three dozen pumpkin muffins; roasted brussels sprouts; even sliders I dolled up with fresh sage left over from the soup recipe. I think it’s safe to say I was making up for the appetite I’d lost with my cold last week. This means I spent a lot of time in the corner of my apartment that passes for a kitchen. I’m already working from a disadvantage compared to most – a size disadvantage. The one-wall it occupies has a small stove, oven and sink – the…
Street scenes
It’s amazing the kind of things you can observe in the span of a few blocks of this city if you’re paying attention. A woman freaking out on a parking attendant, dialing on her phone and shouting at him “You touched my boob!” while he waved his hands, frantically denying the accusation. A snippet of a conversation in passing, including “…when she gets out of jail.” A dapper older gentleman, in full-on three-piece pinstripe suit, fedora with a flower in it and pencil mustache, sitting on a stool I can only presume he brings with him, hanging out on the sidewalk outside my office building every day, just watching the…
