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Quinoa chowder
You’d think at some point after years and years of every-week-for-45-minutes-on-the-UWS I’d eventually stop making the same mistakes over and over again. Why all this repetition, life! It’s all so...
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Quinoa chowder redux
Nothing but the news round these parts today: G. asked me to let her know when I was done using the microwave so she could heat up her lunch; after 3.5 minutes my chowder was hot at the edges but cold...
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Quinoa chowder
I was giddy with the challenge of climbing home from C.’s place, snow drifts standing between me and my front door, it was all so hard, so worth it. I heated up a bowl of chowder and ate and was glad...
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Quinoa chowder redux
I sat at the end of the couch again and ate quinoa chowder again and stared at my refrigerator door again. I love this Anne Carson poem, hanging there under a tight silver pin. If that’s what you came...
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Quinoa chowder
Hello reheated plastic dish, hello bamboo spoon. Hello Stanley Bostich stapler #B2200, hello Swingline Work Essentials three-hole punch, hand scissors with your brand rubbed off, hello. Hello black...
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Quinoa chowder
I ate a bowl of chowder standing up in the kitchen, listening to some fast fast fiddle music, wondering how to speed up the part of me that works, the part of my brain that will cannibalize the things...
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Quinoa chowder redux
Rushing back from my meeting with S. to heat up the lunch I brought on Tuesday, K. called, I was just assuming for another one of our You there? I’m here. Great. Hi. You’re there. Okay, great....
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Quinoa chowder
I washed the breakfast dishes while my chowder reheated in the microwave. It was the first efficiency of the snow day, unless you count reading the paper while simultaneously petting the cat and...
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Quinoa chowder redux
I ate and read the weekend arts section, amazed to discover J.D. Salinger preferred the Whopper to any other fast food burger, put How I Ended This Summer, an Arctic thriller, on my movie-watching...
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Quinoa chowder threedux, plus cookies
Usually D. brings a spread, Boston lettuce and crackers and summer sausage and two kinds of cheese, grapes, apples. But he sat this one out with his hip, so we all brought our own, J. and his PB&J,...
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