Here We Still Are
The ICE killings we keep excusing, taken apart name by name, and why a food blog is the place to do it: the hands that feed us are the hands being hunted.
The ICE killings we keep excusing, taken apart name by name, and why a food blog is the place to do it: the hands that feed us are the hands being hunted.
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.
I had a whole other post with links and “return from the holidays” thoughts written and ready to go, but last night I scrapped it. Things feel too heavy right now for a lighthearted post. By now most people are aware that on Wednesday morning, January 7th, an ICE agent shot and killed Renee Nicole…