It’s Tuesday night and I’m hungry again. But this time my larder’s stocked with food and the pickings are bountiful. I throw some rice, water, pignoli nuts and a bay leaf into my roommate’s rice cooker and turn it on. … Continue reading
It’s a crisp winter’s night and I’m strolling though Union Square in Lower Manhattan. I’m supposed to be meeting a friend for dinner but when she texts to say she’s running late I suddenly discover I’ve got forty-five minutes to … Continue reading
It’s Tuesday night and I’ve given up wrestling with words for the day. I’m tired and hungry. I toy with the idea of picking something up from a local restaurant but that costs money. So I decide to cook something … Continue reading
It’s a cold Thursday afternoon and I’m at the gun range. But this time my usual shooting buddy isn’t with me. There’ll be no good-natured banter. No burgers and beers afterwards. I’m here to learn how to kill. “Ready?” the … Continue reading