Okay, I stole that title from the wonderful memoir written by one of my favourite food writers, Ruth Reichl. It’s just so apt, especially after last week’s post. We have…
The school lunch box stares up at me with vacuous vacancy. It’s maddeningly indifferent to the anxieties it provokes. Doesn’t it understand that I’m beginning the very long (seemingly endless)…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 