I love this bold kind of food writing. Lord, you can weave a story that I gobble up like a pig that hasn't eaten in a week. The maw of the open refrigerator door. Yeah, fuck recipe writing — you're way beyond that. Geezus, this essay is ripe and rich and makes me want blue cheese and bacon in the worst and best ways. My fridge is packed with containers of food I don't eat — garlicky chicken wings, handheld beef and bean tacos needing sauce, meatballs, red sauce, and green chile grits. I cook, he eats. I stand at the counter and eat oats, soups, tortellini salads, and lately, a gluten-free almond ricotta cake that eats like a meal. Okay, yes, it has most definitely been a meal. Lord, it is so good. I wish we lived closer — so much cake.
I love this bold kind of food writing. Lord, you can weave a story that I gobble up like a pig that hasn't eaten in a week. The maw of the open refrigerator door. Yeah, fuck recipe writing — you're way beyond that. Geezus, this essay is ripe and rich and makes me want blue cheese and bacon in the worst and best ways. My fridge is packed with containers of food I don't eat — garlicky chicken wings, handheld beef and bean tacos needing sauce, meatballs, red sauce, and green chile grits. I cook, he eats. I stand at the counter and eat oats, soups, tortellini salads, and lately, a gluten-free almond ricotta cake that eats like a meal. Okay, yes, it has most definitely been a meal. Lord, it is so good. I wish we lived closer — so much cake.
The Brits have a lot of confused ideas about food. 😂