Sink

He washed the dishes slowly with determination before he evicted them from one sink to the next. Soapy bubbles coated raw red skin. His hands were rough from rubbing them together while watching cable news with one eye trained on the front door. An anxious habit, he...

Chicken Chorizo Vegetable Stew and the Kitchen Equinox

The first spoonful of chicken chorizo vegetable stew tastes rich and savory, slightly smoky with a faint residual heat. Hard nuggets of potatoes and carrots have slowly cooked into creamy, grainy morsels, rising as mountain ranges just above a sea of sienna-colored...

Thirty Minutes Past Two

Thirty minutes past two in the birth of today. Unreal Ocean, a selection from a white noise generator app on my phone, fails to lull me to a deep sea sleep. I stir and tumble out of bed like a clumsy gymnast impressing no one with my floor routine. Hunger tugs. I...

Field Notes: A Visit to Fair Share Farm

Field notes: I visited Fair Share Farm in Kearney, Missouri, in early April to meet with long-time friends and farmers Tom Ruggieri and Rebecca Graff. The trip’s purpose was to research and gather information firsthand for a story in the June issue of Feast magazine.

Females on Fire at Jax Restaurant

The second annual Females on Fire event at Jax Fish House brought together a collection of talented female chefs and restaurant industry professionals for a five-course dinner with amuse bouche and drink pairings.

Thai Tea’s Sweet Salvation

The unrelenting heat of the sun in Thailand takes its toll during late mornings and afternoons. Sunlight casts its brilliant glare and heightens the crisp colors of busy Bangkok streets. Spotting an iced tea vendor's booth offers sweet salvation among the throngs of...

Pilgrimage

    Written November 2000. I did not want to spend Thanksgiving alone this year. My family lived in Kansas City and would enjoy Thai food and turkey without me for the first time in over thirty years. I had decided to remain in New England during my graduate school...

Breakfast Quest: Dagwood’s Cafe

The alarm beeped at 4 AM. Unable to sleep and anxious about her flight, Pam was already awake and shuffled off to the shower. After she kissed sleepy kids goodbye, we stepped into the predawn light and walked to my car. Light from distant stars reflected across the...

Mother’s Day: Imprints Far East and Midwest

  A photograph of my mom not too long after she moved to the Kansas City area from Thailand. After my dad completed his tour of duty in the Army, the newlyweds moved to the States and lived in the basement of his parent's house until they got established. I don't...