…with some fava beans and a nice chianti

…with some fava beans and a nice chianti
Very few times have I completely failed at cooking. There were the the corn tamales that oozed out into the double boiler water, causing an immediate explosion of steaming mush that coating all the burners in a watery, gritty corn paste. (You can imagine the clean-up fun.) Then there were the from-scratch hashbrowns that were ...

It’s cold

I used to be good at keeping warm. I’d wear shorts and a t-shirt to school—even though I lived in one of the coldest places in the continental forty-eight. My hometown of West Yellowstone, Montana, gets feet upon feet of snow, with freezing wintry weather possible even in July and August (It even snowed on ...

Hey, old friend, what d’ya say, old friend?

Last night/this morning, I hung out with my best friends from high school. Amazing. It’s awesome how some friends you can connect with immediately after years, even if you’ve barely kept in touch. The old jokes, the old scenes we reminisced about. It’s a good example of how a genuine connection between two people (in ...

A bachelor’s life for me?

My wife has (temporarily) left me. She’s gone to visit her folks in the South, while I stay and work, etc. Ah, how I already miss having spring breaks. I immediately got down to business. On Monday night, just a few hours after she’d left, I secured the public library card I’ve been meaning to ...

[insert whistling theme here]

Out of the blue, I remembered when, as a kid, I used to be able to cup my hands together, thumbs side by side, and blow on my fingers until I could create a whistle. So though I was on the train, I tried it immediately. No dice. Just silence. But I came pretty close. ...

Coco Chanel, RIP

Today my wife and I witnessed an act of barbarism: Coco Chanel, one of our two slightly older hermit crabs (by two weeks) was murdered by our newest crab, Mrs. Claws. In what is called a Shell War, Mrs. Claws wanted Coco’s shell and so started bullying Coco. We didn’t see all of what happened, ...

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue

If you live anywhere near New Haven, you’ve seen advertisements for the now-sold-out run of Yale Rep’s Hamlet, starring—drumroll—Paul Giamatti. In an extra-literary alignment of the stars, the run began on the Ides of March, which also happens to be my wife’s birthday. We bought tickets last fall to ensure that an extra-special awesome birthday ...

I’m ready for my close up, mr. Demille

I thought this only happened in movies: The hero or heroine is walking down the lane. It’s raining, or perhaps has just stopped, whichever seems more appropriate to the mood. Perhaps she’s in a hurry, or he’s having a really awful day. Her girlfriend just broke up with her, his boss said if he can’t ...

I now know what I eat

My new year’s resolutions have the sticking power of a bandaid in the spray of a fire hose. But that’s fine. As I see it, the resolution tradition is only half about the aspiring—the other half being when you break that aspiration and pretend the dreaming never happened. And yet, per my new year’s resolution ...

So

So
It’s possible that all journeys should begin with a nod to Narnia.