Two recipes woven together on theme—the same motive, if looked at closely. Mouth is the jury, mind is the judge, I write with a hand that commits constant execution. Taste becomes a sentence, and often goes questioned without a mark. In that light, every delicious thing takes on a tone of supplicati

Butter and Brioche

11.03.2025

Mûre Sauvage — Butter and Brioche

The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener. — B.E. Barnes, Put in Work . Tend Yourself. Brambles are a tempting, but dangerous business. I am, if not anything else, particularly proficient at avoiding the place where the thumb might tack. An adapted state of survival, I

Butter and Brioche

08.04.2025

Queen of Tarts — Butter and Brioche

Excuse me for being so intellectual. I know you would prefer something nice and feminine and affectionate. —Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald I don’t write to resume an argument, instead, to end it. The rules of this game denote that

Butter and Brioche

02.05.2025

The Shadow — Butter and Brioche

Soon, you’ll rise from a bed you won’t make. You’ll go downstairs. Cut potatoes into cubes, crack eggs, reach for salt. Next comes rain and work calls. The hot engine of day begins. But for now, shadows are still pressed thick against the window. Morning is here but hasn’t been announced. Grief

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