Letting You See Us
To get permission to say “cripple”, I have to let people see me. And I don’t like people to see me. Lucia Perrillo, I’ve Heard The Vultures Singing I sing of those who cannot. Andre Dubus, Meditations From A Moveable Chair After many false starts bounded by brightly vacuous…
Zucchini Preserved in Olive Oil
Being a non-gardener means never experiencing the zucchini cycle: rapture over the first zuke gradually morphing into insomnia over what Barbara Kingsolver, in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, calls “the pyramid of excess vegetable biomass that was taking over our lives.” In fact, having to come to summer squash rather recently (more on…
The Insufficient Kitchen Makes Muffins
Welcome to The Insufficient Kitchen. All blogs must begin somewhere. This one begins with muffins. I bake a lot of them. For years I struggled to find a breakfast my husband would tolerate. John is not a breakfaster. More accurately, he finds any food before 11a.m. unbearable. I wasn’t pleased…
