20. Plastered Pierogies

I left Burton at his door while he waited for a cab to take him to the bus station. I walked home quickly, frustrated that I was drunk and still had to make pierogies by six o’clock even though I’d never made pierogis before. It was difficult. I mixed the flour, egg and sour cream together,…

16. Thanksgiving Dinner Diversions

I got home at two o’clock exhausted and ready for a four-day break from the kitchen. I had two small assignments for Thanksgiving: my special labneh and pork rillettes to be served before dinner. Neither one were very much work; they practically made themselves. The labneh was straining in the refrigerator and all I had…

11. Pathetic Polenta

The next day at work I was overwhelmed with self-doubt. I emailed Burton. I was fishing for some communication — an indication that he wanted to see me again. I wrote, “I want to make that polenta.” I probably sent that at 7am, so I wasn’t expecting an immediate response. And I didn’t get one….