It wasn’t much: a single mouthful of pork belly, perfectly cooked, with golden, glass-like crackling shining under a thin apple glaze, but as soon as I bit down and felt that crackling shatter under my teeth, releasing a rush ofRead more…
Stirring the batter: an anxious child bakes a cake
A story about women, cooking, and emotional deprivation In my childhood home the kitchen was forbidden. What went on in there to create food was somewhat of a mystery to me. I was aware that pots and pans were involvedRead more…