Yes, I got this year’s flu vaccine. No, I didn’t call my doctor within forty-eight hours after the body aches, running nose, flushed cheeks, crabbiness started to get a Tamiflu shot. Yes, I know! Suck it up. I’ll surely be alright even if I can’t imagine that how.
An intimate understanding of a culture is found in learning about foreign ingredients and why and how they’re put together. It’s one aspect of a people’s place in the world that you can’t take away from it, never blow up.
2019 exhausted me more than giving birth or having a heart attack. A list of a few of the people who have kept me sane, along with a sample of their work, would include (in no particular order)….
Seen on a Bronx street corner upon the darkness of the winter solstice, it’s strangeness disappears and its wonder magnify.
It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge,” Dickens wrote. “May that be truly said of all of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless us, Every One!
I’ve always thought I should make my own plum pudding but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it calls for suet. I love suet. It is my version of Proust’s madeleine–not as classy, I know, but just as evocative a memory, recalling my mom’s Sunday roast beef dinner cooked with a healthy slab of suet on top that kept the meat moist and added a rich flavor of its own. I just couldn’t see it playing any part in a cake.
“We’re Marines, we have a work ethic and know how to suck up pain. We both could handle the bullshit that’s out of our control. It made it easy to say screw it and go for the food truck.