CUTTLEFISH INK PASTA WITH CHICKEN + SPINACH

September 9, 2020 Posie Brien

Again, a list. (Don’t look at me like that! This is not a cop-out of a blog post or a sneaky avoidance of any actual writing, nor is it an indication of my brain being not entirely up to forming full sentences. Or is it…?)

Regardless, this is a collection of bits and snippets that I’m excited about—and it’s as much of a way to inspire you as it is a way to remind me about each of these items. If I didn't list them here, I’d probably end up sticking half of them on Post-Its which would get lost in the pages of cookbooks on my bookshelf or hidden underneath a pile of size 6-9 month whale-printed pajamas. Or I’d jot a few of them down in the Notes app on my phone and bookmark some in a random collection on Pinterest—obviously forgetting that I never remember to actually check or open either of those apps.

CHERRY TOMATO JAM

September 5, 2020 Posie Brien

If the past few months have taught me anything, it’s that I need very little in the way of stuff. I suppose that intellectually I always knew this to be true; I’ve lived at plenty of times over the years out of a backpack or a camp trunk or a suitcase—but those were always brief interludes to normal life. These days, 90% of my belongings are crammed higgledy-piggledy in a storage unit somewhere outside of Baltimore. I think (fingers crossed!) that most of my clothes and books and…well, everything I own…is still there, but for the first time ever, movers packed it up (unsupervised) so I can only hope and cross my fingers and toes.

PERFECT COUSCOUS

September 3, 2020 Posie Brien

I woke up this morning to a gray world outside. The trees outside my window were obscured by a thin veil of drizzle—it wasn't raining in earnest yet, but the skies were a dull pewter and the roses climbing our neighbor’s trellis trembled in the wind.

Instead of staying under the covers—the pintucked white duvet pulled snugly around my still-sleepy form—I got up. (See, there’s this cool new kind of real life alarm clock called a 5-month-old baby. Works like a charm, man.)

SMOKED SALMON SALAD

August 18, 2020 Posie Brien

I didn’t have much interest in seafood growing up. Occasionally I would eat tuna fish if it was doctored with enough mayonnaise and relish (which, coincidentally, is a preference I still have), but anything else I’d probably have deemed too fishy. I famously eschewed the lobster—prized and highly anticipated by everyone else— at dinner on our annual summer trips to Nantucket in favor of a meal comprised entirely of French fries. Even a generous coating of melted butter couldn’t convince me.

CHEESY KALE PASTA

August 15, 2020 Posie Brien

Have you read anything lately that you’ve loved? I’ve read some great things, amidst many others that have been inconsequential (e-mails) or uninteresting (e-mails) or anxiety-producing (all of the news?). Like, say, these lines from a poem by Suzanne Frischkorn: “we are in the changing days, crisp mornings and afternoon’s swelter visions that summer is still here. Goldenrod pushes us towards autumn with promises of richness. Something I can’t name blooms alongside it and promises royalty.” Or a novel with some particularly memorable passages, like—“So much of becoming an adult was distancing yourself from your childhood experiences and pretending they didn’t matter, then growing to realize they were all that mattered and composed 90 percent of your entire being.”

Eating and adventuring.

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