The Gouda Argument Was Not My Business
November seventeenth. I went for the honey. That was the whole plan, stop at the Sunday market two blocks over from the usual route, find whoever was selling the dark buckwheat va…
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The Note Was Not That Funny
November sixth. By the end of the shift we were both running on the particular kind of tired where everything costs slightly more than you have, the kind where you measure out you…
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The Machine Ate the Quarters
October twenty-sixth. I put off doing laundry for exactly one week too many, which I know because I had to make decisions this morning about which combination of things still qual…
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Eleven Days Is a Long Time to Think About Pasta Water
October fifteenth. The Tuesday session ended and Simone asked whether I'd gone back to the cooking class, and I said no, and I said it so easily that I didn't notice for about thr…
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The Conversation I Wasn't Supposed to Hear
October fourth. I was not planning to stay. The original plan was to pick up a coffee and walk home, the October air has that quality lately where walking feels like the right ans…
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Gerald Did Not Ask for a Roommate
September twenty-third. The starter is on the windowsill. I want to be clear that this was a practical decision, the counter is cold, the windowsill gets the morning light, it nee…
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The Pasta Water Thing
September twelfth. I registered for this class the same way I do most things, a tab opened, closed, reopened, and then one Wednesday evening when I was too tired to talk myself ou…
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The Sheet Had an Answer
September first. I had a question about something, a small thing, not a crisis, not a turning point, just a number I needed to check against another number before I could feel set…
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What the Box Became
August twenty-first. I published the post this morning before the coffee was gone, which is probably the right order of operations for something that short. It was maybe four para…
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The Call Ran Long
August tenth. I had not planned to be on the phone for an hour and forty minutes. I picked up expecting twenty, maybe thirty, the catch-up version, the are-you-okay version, and t…
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