Hinterland

Hinterland, Week Three: I didn’t buy a salt cellar (but I did buy a RainBowl)

Hinterland, Week Three: I didn’t buy a salt cellar (but I did buy a RainBowl)

Somehow, in many years of being enthusiastic about food, I have yet to be enthusiastic about using kosher salt.

I don’t know how this happened. I feel like I need to find a reality show called Culinary Confessions and share my story with the world.

However, working at Yellow Bird has shown me the error of my ways. It has also reignited my desire to make all of the things. So it only follows that last weekend, I became obsessed with a) buying kosher salt and b) making all of the things.

I also became slightly obsessed with c) … Continue reading

Hinterland, Week Two: Bread is the opposite of complacency

Hinterland, Week Two: Bread is the opposite of complacency

At the end of 2016 I was sitting on Tori’s couch trying to verbalize a thing I knew but didn’t know how to say.

There was this slightly-panicked feeling that had been gaining momentum in recent months, and it picked up a lot of steam during a day-long road trip through Niger in November. I was sitting in the back of a Land Cruiser watching people on the road in the desert—people who have nothing, people who have some things, people who laugh, people who yell, people whose entire day revolves around finding food or water—and I just kept thinking… … Continue reading

Hinterland, Week One: I made a bomb (this is not a metaphor)

Hinterland, Week One: I made a bomb (this is not a metaphor)

You know when it’s late and you turn the lights off and the only thing you can see is this weird greenish black darkness because your eyes haven’t adjusted yet?

That’s what this week was like. Not in the way of total darkness, but more in the way of fumbling around to figure out where all of the furniture is in a room you’d swear you know by heart. One season ended on Friday and a new one began on Saturday and it was kind of like turning the lights off. I didn’t wake up on Saturday morning with a … Continue reading

Hinterland

Hinterland

One night in July when it was stupid hot out, our neighbor invited us to jump in her pool. “Jumping in a pool” rarely sounds like a good idea to me, even if it is still 90 degrees at 8 o’clock at night, but it sounded like one of those quintessential summer things people should do. Night swim: check.

Except instead of jumping in the pool, I stepped into the shallow end and thought about how cold the water felt. I then reevaluated and doubted the decision to be a Person Who Takes A Night Swim every slow step of … Continue reading