I found this piece warming, and satisfying, in a way I don’t fully understand. It gave me the same feeling I get sometimes, reading Thoreau’s journal, when he goes off on a little riff about something very specific, very idiosyncratic. A nice feeling. An odd feeling. A good feeling. Thanks...
Really loved this piece. I went back to read it after I saw the more recent post, and I was intrigued, how “weird” can it possibly be... not that weird, actually, but warming and real. The sort of writing that could have appeared in a fashion magazine in the 60s and 70s but not today--I enjoyed this a lot.
I don't want to put a damper on this cute riff on student life, youthful irresponsibility, or exotic foods, but your father knows how to use asafoetida correctly...didn't you notice? (Ps: I cooked with tamarind pulp--once. I hate it.)
I found this piece warming, and satisfying, in a way I don’t fully understand. It gave me the same feeling I get sometimes, reading Thoreau’s journal, when he goes off on a little riff about something very specific, very idiosyncratic. A nice feeling. An odd feeling. A good feeling. Thanks...
Really loved this piece. I went back to read it after I saw the more recent post, and I was intrigued, how “weird” can it possibly be... not that weird, actually, but warming and real. The sort of writing that could have appeared in a fashion magazine in the 60s and 70s but not today--I enjoyed this a lot.
I don't want to put a damper on this cute riff on student life, youthful irresponsibility, or exotic foods, but your father knows how to use asafoetida correctly...didn't you notice? (Ps: I cooked with tamarind pulp--once. I hate it.)
This is really good
So beautiful 🧡
A beautiful read I tell you.