on cooking through grief

Trays of lukewarm pasta sat on the counter, with the once pillowy ricotta and creamy mozzarella slowly solidifying around the mangled ziti. Day-old ciabatta sat on a cutting board, crumbs strewn about, with a half-eaten plate of chicken marsala resting on the stovetop — crimini mushrooms trapped in the now congealed sauce. Continue reading “on cooking through grief”

back to blogging and off to France

I think it has been established that I haven’t been the best blogger over the past year or so. I started one taste at a time as a creative outlet to explore my budding culinary interests, but found that things often got in the way of me consistently blogging, or blogging at all for that matter. Life got in the way. First it was homework, then it was training for a half marathon, then it was more homework, then it was being a senior in college and trying to make the most out of every. last. second., then it was Netflix, and then it was processing graduation, and then, well, you get the point. Continue reading “back to blogging and off to France”