Rustic is a generous word
Three days of feeding a starter I was convinced I had already killed, and somehow a loaf came out of my oven this afternoon. Not a beauti...
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Before the bun
My hair has been in a ponytail or a bun for approximately eleven of the last fourteen days. Nursing shifts, the archive project spread ac...
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What the heat wave actually tested
The AC situation is more or less resolved — the building finally sent someone, there was a part, there was a delay, there was a second pa...
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The floor is the coolest place in this apartment and I live here now
Ninety-four degrees outside and our building’s idea of air conditioning is ‘the suggestion of a breeze if you stand in front of the fan a...
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I thought I knew what I was doing
Margaret gave me three names two weeks ago. Three families. Three contact sheets with phone numbers and brief notes in her tidy handwriti...
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The lid was right there
Carmen came over to use the blender. That’s it. That’s the whole premise. We’ve been doing post-run smoothies at the apartment since spri...
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Day six of the starter situation
The starter has been sitting on the counter for six days and I have been — wait, no. I cannot open like that. That was literally a recent...
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What broke and what didn't
June feels like the right time to look back at February. I don’t know why — maybe it’s the distance, or the fact that the apartment is wa...
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The mystery object has no explanation
Carmen showed up at eleven with the energy of someone who had just meal-prepped for a week and was ready to fix everyone’s life. ‘We’re d...
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Fourth time's the charm (I'm lying to myself)
The starter has been sitting on the counter for six days and I have been talking to it. That’s where we are. I don’t know when sourdough ...
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