Some after-dinner thoughts

For the week after, I didn’t feel anything. I asked her why I didn’t feel anything, given that the night was supposed to be such a big night, the crowning moment on a fun run of dinner parties. The 15th dinner in the 15fiftyfive dinner series. A chance to raise up to $1,500. She told me I hadn’t cared about it from the beginning. I wondered if that could be true. At first, the assessment …

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Finding a voice

After Monstrous Me, I thought I had figured myself out. Here, in book form, was tangible proof that I was better at projects with clear ends and established goals. Despite years of pursuing serial projects that all withered on the vine, I had finally gotten to a good place with my compulsion to make. The projects I work on are a reflection of what’s happening in my life. In a sense, they have helped me …

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The recipe for a kitchen catastrophe

My first kitchen catastrophe didn’t involve any actual cooking. I intended to cook a several-course Mexican meal from scratch as an apology to my family for being an especially sulky teenager one afternoon (nevermind that I hadn’t actually solo-cooked a single-course meal before). I soon had all the ingredients, only to discover I didn’t know how to “warm the skillet.” In a panic, I abandoned the whole meal and scattered the ingredients throughout the pantry. …

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