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Read MoreSusanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #5
When I was a teenager, my friend Maude would bake Chelsea buns: swirls of sweet dough, studded with jet-back currants, dressed up in melted butter...
Read MoreSusanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #4
The first time I made these biscuits was on a hot Spanish August afternoon, with Aunt Merielle, a tall, red-headed, half-Catalan, tomato grower...
Read MoreSo, So, So Scandalous
You don’t always—or often—get to hear the whole story in a courtroom. The law is like pouring batter into a mold. The mold is the law but not necessarily the truth.
Read More‘You might be better off just talking on the phone’
Last month, global downloads of the apps Zoom, Houseparty and Skype increased more than 100 percent as video conferencing and chats replaced the face-to-face encounters we are all so sorely missing.
Read MoreRemember to Eat
Remember restaurants? I do, but dimly: candlelight, cloth napkins, a basket of warm bread. Food delivered in courses
Read MoreSusanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #3
This is the third in a weekly baking series dedicated to Leonora Carrington. This recipe fell into my hands on a day I don’t remember...
Read MoreBrowsing On Your Own
Solitude has become a topic of fascination in modern Western societies because we believe it is a lost art – often craved, yet so seldom found...
Read MoreClose Reading Patti Smith by Ed Simon
The collaboration between heartland arena rock bard Bruce Springsteen and punk poet goddess Patti Smith which led to “Because the Night”...
Read MoreSusanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #2
Borges wrote, “I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin...
Read MoreSusanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #1
The recipe for this French gâteau au chocolat came scrawled on a damp piece of paper, handed to me, along with a wink, a scowl and a bag of oysters, by Albertine, a sea-captain’s wife...
Read MoreThe tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
Read MoreThe tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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