When I think of Thanksgiving, the first thing I hear is Aunt Ann’s voice coming from the kitchen.

I don’t remember what first got the idea of pasta-making in my head, but I remember asking for a hand-cranked pasta roller on my 15th birthday. I remember the little blue pasta cookbook I picked up for a buck at Barnes & Noble, and the feel of the egg and flour becoming

Thing I love #28: coffee.

For some reason, I don’t find myself talking about coffee much here.

from hula seventy.

sufjan steven’s live: vito’s ordination song

(and maybe mine, too)

I’m at my desk writing.

Rainy today.

I don’t write much about politics, but I feel it would be a strange omission.

1. To consistently bake soft, spongy loaves of whole grain bread.

2. To make things with wood.

3. A third language.