"I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer...that's practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course." —Jack Kerouac I set aside years of well-cultivated ...
Eating Like Little Women: A Christmas Breakfast Inspired by the Novel
Last week, I drove home to Ohio: twelve hours from Boston to Columbus, snow-covered New England trees giving way to long stretches of farmland. I never thought I would be homesick for Ohio until I left it. For years, I vowed to get out, convinced that a life-affirming epiphany would occur if I ...
Eating Like The Boxcar Children: Stew and Questionable Childhood Aspirations
My favorite game to play when I was a kid was homeless. I realize how terrible that sounds, but in my defense I lived in the suburbs. I didn't have a lot going on. Also, I was eight. I put peanut butter sandwiches in a bundle with a flashlight and my Tamagotchi (you know, the ...
Calpurnia’s Crackling Bread from To Kill A Mockingbird
As a child, I wrote short stories with long, drawn-out descriptions of food. This would have been forgivable had I written the rest of the story in the same amount of detail. Apparently, plot was never particularly important. This uneven focus has continued into my adult life. Seeing a commercial or ...