I grew up in Iowa, in the seventies, but not until I left Iowa, and the 2000s, did I understand why people ate pork chops: my mother was an uninterested…
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When you’re sad or you had a bad day, try this: make bird’s milk. When it’s ready, it looks like immaculate clouds floating on a sky made out of sweet…
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I was born in Provo, Utah. This is not an easy thing for me to admit. It is a shame that dogs me always despite the fact that I’ve lived…
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Are you near your cookbooks right now? Sorry, I forgot we’re on the internet—a better question might be: do you even own cookbooks? If you do, chances are good that…
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The morning of my college graduation my mom called me over, and without explanation she swung, with the force of an amusement park pendulum, a suitcase onto the bed crumpling…
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A millennial’s reflections on his first year in the kitchen, plus a culinary call-to-arms A year ago I got a job and moved out of my childhood home. This understandably…
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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…
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Brenna Kischuk is a writer and editor with a Master of Fine Arts in Writing from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, where she was also a Teaching Fellow. She…
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After almost ten years of marriage to a man who can throw ingredients together and make a meal, who can add a dash of something to razz it up, who…