Andrea Lambert

I’m eager to make dinner’s frozen Macaroni and Cheese. I hope it will be like the succulent Mac and Cheese I used to devour at Fred 62. In Los Angeles.…

A snow covered week in mid March. My entire extended family descends upon Reno for grandma Virginia’s funeral and her great-grandchild’s fourth birthday. We assemble to grieve together. To clean…

I wake up to four missed calls from my father. Frantic texts from my out of the country mother. My last living grandmother died. Peacefully in her sleep. At her…

My car breaks down. I don’t get it fixed. I stop driving. My world becomes my House of the Rising Sun. I retreat inward to a private inner sanctum. As…

A whole stick of butter melts down in a skillet. I sprinkle it with half a cup raw sugar. I am making a second try at a Tarte Tatin. It…

I bake Tiramisu Cupcakes for the housewarming of my new home in Reno, Nevada. Realize there’s an essay under the frosting when I spy the red welt between my breasts.…

This Christmas was the cherry on top of the whipped cream and sprinkles of the 2016 shit show. Delicious in powdered sugar and pain. December found me in transition staying…

I spoon cobbler with nectarines from my aunt and uncle’s tree from a ramekin at Sunday Dinner. Mention the pumpkin and key lime pies with Paleo crust I’m bringing for…

I rise from my maudlin journal. Microwave frozen Trader Joe’s Gnocchi alla Sorentina. Mouth the too hot tomato sauce from a white china bowl. Finish with a green tea mochi.…

I never intended to become anorexic. I was surprised and wondering if I should be happy or panic when the scale hit 102 lbs. Between breaking up with my on-again-off-again…

Whether or not I sound like a shill for Starbucks, as the Latte Macchiato is their hot new drink, I care not. Full disclosure: Starbucks corporate offices did not pay…

Come and taste my Christmas cookies! RuPaul sings on his “Sleigh Belles” album. I listen to it along with “Elvis’ Christmas Album” in December.  Day after the witches sabbat Yule,…

I begin with putting on makeup for Thanksgiving dinner. San Diego at my parents’ house in that near-apocalypse feeling fall of 2015. Gold dust across eyelids. Gold sparkle at crease.…

Let me take you into my kitchen. Follow me. In my hardwood-floored one bedroom there is a kitchen with two shelves. The shelves sit above an art deco tiled backsplash…