After We Eat
FOOD WRITINGThe meal, consisting of something from the garden, something from Lake Superior, and something that Ralf across the table made with his hands for the pièce de résistance, is over.
The meal, consisting of something from the garden, something from Lake Superior, and something that Ralf across the table made with his hands for the pièce de résistance, is over.
Good food is meant to be eaten and enjoyed. But it is as much about what we are eating as it is about where we are eating, and who we are eating with.
Things Eaten and Enjoyed Read Post »
Mirrors sparkle in candlelight as the tastes and smells of food root deep root deep in memories we’ll hold onto when we’re old and gray.
Fantastic Phantasm Under Restaurant Lights Read Post »
Everyone needs to eat – but not only to survive. Here we take a look at America’s relationship with food and drink.
Apple Sweet, Coffee Dark & Bitter Read Post »
Cooking rice from a big bag of it in the corner. Often potatoes, and canned black beans. Tomatoes if we were lucky, though they never lasted long.
Thoughts on Cooking At Home Read Post »
A life filled with the smell of black coffee and orange juice in the morning. Fresh bread, aged cheese, glasses of red wine at dinner…
A Taste of the Good Life Read Post »
This project first began in 2015 – as we watched the terrorist bombings in Paris, Beirut, Tunis… followed by retaliatory
The Social Contract: Odi Et Amo Read Post »
The café is where the future will end and begin again as talk of uprising – our promised revolution – is loud and most-persistent here. It keeps our hands warm in the winter.
Our Promised Revolution Read Post »
If we aren’t careful, true Fascism will grow and take hold in this country – not Nazi thugs on the streets in their brown shirts perhaps, but our own, Americanized version of it, bloated and overwrought, with stars and eagles instead of a swastika bound by a thick circle that would keep anyone who isn’t anglicized, God-fearing, white and heterosexual at the bottom of an ever-deepening barrel.
The Persistence of Fascism Read Post »
The morning. Baby and I arrive in Berlin just after eight. It’s raining. A cold mist cleaves the streets. We left early and our eyes are half-open from half-sleep on the train. We lost our tickets crossing Karstädt and had to search our bags, our pockets, the floor when the conductor asked us where they were. We finally found them at the bottom of the valise, tucked away for safe keeping.
Duality: On Conscience and Guilt Read Post »
It is a warm and humid night in summer. The sound of dogs barking on the street. The sound of crickets from the brush and cicadas in trees. Fireflies flash like tiny cameras through the grass along rows of dark cars parked along the curb.
Bury Me in St. Paul Read Post »
Raised after the fall of the Berlin Wall and USSR collapse, my relationship to a divided Germany, and of the war that led to it, was a tangential one.
The Guilt of Tangential Crimes Read Post »
Conservatives and Liberals alike have come together to condemn “Antifa,” showing just how right-wing the United States is.
For the Record, Antifa =/= Nazis Read Post »
What does the United States as a unified country even look like? Very different, clearly, to different groups. And the alt-right sure isn’t helping.
Bringing the Country Together Read Post »
His father lived a thousand lives before he died at the age of 53. He worked as a security guard
A Thousand Happy Lives Read Post »