How to Win the Day

How to Win the Day

Last night: chips and salsa, tacos, and sangria with my longest best friends. One declares she's learning to wait. (A fist pounded on the table to mark the historical moment.) She's the decision-maker of the team, so we cocked our heads a little bit, squinted, because this whole waiting to make a decision thing will [...]

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Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken

Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken

He chopped vegetables and slid thyme off stems, while I rubbed oil and shoved lemon into darkness. Six hours slow cooking and seven minutes kissing the broiler later, he dug the dull knife into the loose joints of our browned bird. Nauseated, I walked my ears away. (Sorry, Julia Child.)