I talked with a group of poets yesterday. Poetry operates at a level beyond my ordinary grasp; often it reads like an excuse for lazy incoherence rather than stabs at truth. In yesterday’s case, the writers had forged their art around efforts to ensure equal rights and legal protections for women. The event rose above … Continue reading Poetic Feminist Rant
The whole house smells like butter. And onions. Butter and onions. As well it should: our five-person assembly line this morning put together one full gross of pierogi. That's 144 butter-filled, butter-fried dumplings. With 12 for dinner, that's a dozen pierogi apiece. So what, exactly, is a pierogi? Depends who you ask. If you ask … Continue reading What’s for Dinner? Butter.