A friend recently reminded me that every single person you meet grew inside of another person. Happy Mother’s Day to my gigantic network of wonderful women.
Feeling festive? You can read my piece on my two mamas over on The Hairpin.
This is just to say that this particular American Apparel dog model has won for Coolest Attitude today.
I have ordered exactly one very tasteful (and supportive) nightgown from this catalog and am now the owner of some smart fruit stickers for my spring correspondence. Is this the opposite of email marketing?
The New York Times on President George Bush Sr.’s hatred of broccoli, March 23rd, 1990. The entire article is full of delicious gems, including his tendency to top oat bran and yogurt with Butterfinger pieces. He once fed White House guests creamed chip beef, colloquially known as Shit On a Shingle and found in my grandmother’s recipe box.
Flannery O’Connor, on her first brush with celebrity.
so much depends
a foil yogurt
glazed with tongue
beside the stainless
I wrote about invalid cookery in Victorian-era cookbooks and my own modern convalescing for SAVEUR Magazine:
“Food is the only source of human power to work or to think,” Farmer writes. With that, I took strength from her suggested menu for a patient suffering from dilated stomach and prepared a meal of water toast. (This is not to be confused with toast water, another popular recipe of the time used to treat nausea.) Water toast involves dropping slices of dry toast in boiling salted water, quickly removing them, and then smothering them in butter On the palate, it left something to be desired (the water eliminated any crispness, to my mind the essential quality of toast), but I’ll venture to guess most would prefer it over toast water, which leaves out the bread entirely and is essentially a very sad starchy broth.
Read more here.