new york bound and travel melancholia
There’s an empty, weightless feeling to travelling. It’s a certain kind of melancholia that kicks in when you walk onto a plane. Is it the
There’s an empty, weightless feeling to travelling. It’s a certain kind of melancholia that kicks in when you walk onto a plane. Is it the
As I mentioned last week I’m currently devouring Michael Pollan’s Cooked, A Natural History of Transformation with a fork, spoon, knife, splade and shovel. The opening chapter
I’ve been reading Michael Pollan’s latest book: Cooked, A Natural History of Transformation. I’m transfixed. I love it. I’m sure you would too. I’m learning
“Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” In seven words, Michael Pollan succinctly sums up the best way to eat. He’s famous for this mantra,
This week I eat close to the source I have a robust disdain for banana bread. Wrapped as it often is in rustic sandwich paper,