Tales from Cheffing Around
I never intended to be a cook. It was a secret passion. “Cooking” was listed as a special skill on my acting resume, along with ”accents” (a couple), “skiing” (a winter when I was younger), and “fencing” (I took a class for one week at …
Francis and I were moving into an apartment with such a thick smog of dust motes that you couldn’t differentiate the ceiling from the walls or floors. It was the sort of impossible, unexplainable sphere of filth that only exists in dreams. There was …
I don’t need to tell you how I know this, but when you have plastic surgery your doctor gets a sneak peek at the final results. Right after he or she closes the incision and wipes the reconstructed site clean your brain signals an influx …
I never intended to be a cook. It was a secret passion. “Cooking” was listed as a special skill on my acting resume, along with ”accents” (a couple), “skiing” (a winter when I was younger), and “fencing” (I took a class for one week at …