Hungry Monkey

I knew I’d want to cook again, but I didn’t know exactly how I’d get started. It didn’t happen the way I expected—not with the ripe fragrance of strawberries on the counter, or a craving, or a taste, translated from tonguespeak to brainwave, like they so often do, into some sort of cookable fantasy. It [...]

House Arrest

Early yesterday morning, I got hungry for the first time in weeks. The day before, we’d had our first hot breakfast since bringing Graham home. The food wasn’t that special—chicken sausage, a couple fried eggs, some buttered toast. I might have made the same breakfast on a weekend, a few long weeks ago, without any [...]