Friday Roundup #33
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
A day for my late uncle turned into an accidental pilgrimage to the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve, the last of a vanished ecosystem on Osage land.
Friday Roundup #32: our first concert since March, the great email reckoning, Wicked parts one and two, and the dinner-plate dahlias gone wild in the rain.
Six years ago I drove to Ari’s for two flea-ridden, squinty-eyed foster kittens and never gave them back. Finn and Callie’s gotcha day, flea baths and all.
Every friend group has a Monica, and in mine it’s me. On being the connector and the host, the love language I inherited, and the chosen family it built.
Friday Roundup #31: a July 4 thunderstorm, a macro session with the garden bees, a big salad craving after too much bo ssam, and re-reading Killers of the Flower Moon.
A year of blaming a “dead” Breville, then three fixes (fresh beans, a clean grinder, a $12 scale) that brought the espresso and crema back.
In January of 2008 I gave myself a week in New York City for my fortieth birthday. Not for work; purely as a tourist, purely as a present to myself. One cold, bright morning, fortified by a bagel from Katz’s, I took the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island with a…
Friday Roundup #30: a complicated Fourth of July, a 2008 photo from the Great Hall at Ellis Island, fall brussels sprouts, and Momofuku Bo Ssam on the kamado.
A gallon of Maille Dijon showed up on purpose. The real math on buying mustard in bulk, plus the cereal bunker under the stairs.
Friday Roundup: A thin week at karacooks: a garden running late, a monster love story up for a Hugo, ten pounds of cherries, and a gallon of mustard landing Thursday.
Every Sunday morning, Zach makes Meemaw’s biscuits. Light, flaky, rich with butter, tender, and just about perfect. We eat them with scrambled eggs and thick-cut bacon, sometimes with sausage gravy when we’re feeling indulgent, sometimes with nothing but butter and strawberry jelly when we want simple. Every once in a while he makes them for…