Buttermilk Cornbread

I’m making cornbread tonight. This recipe works really well, but don’t substitute low fat buttermilk (the cornbread came out dry when I tried).

Readings

I’ve been reading a lot of literary magazines. Essays are the perfect length for subway commutes, and the writing is also (generally) crisp and accessible in a thoughtful way–except for this first quarterly, which is of course, my very favorite.

Deserts (draft of a poem I am working on)

(The fin is from a stuffed animal, a dolphin, one of my kindergarten students gave to me in Phoenix. His mother said he chose it himself, because he thought I missed water.)

Wherever we are,
we go looking for ourselves in other people
and do not find them.
It’s too heavy a task to ask of another person,
to show us who we are.
Like asking a travel agent to recommend a place
to return home to.

Skin

My skin gets so covered in New York.  By the end of the day, all I want to do is scrub my face clean and imagine my way back to Santa Fe. But short of that, this routine seems like a good bet.

 “If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth or power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility.”

-Kierkegaard, Either/Or (and photo by Erin Cone)

Inspirations

What a lovely thing.

Fish Tacos

 I used this recipe twice, for my family in Florida and for a taco party on my rooftop. Both times, the tacos were delicious and really simple to put together.

Home Stuffs

I covet products from Brook Farm General Store, especially these:

Obsessions: Heath Ceramics

Heath Ceramics are a dream.

“This willingness continually to revise one’s own location in order to place one’s self in the path of beauty is the basic impulse underlying education.”

-Elaine Scarry, On Beauty and Being Just/Painting by Claude Monet