“I will never enjoy simplicity again; it will never be good enough for me. I require so many more ingredients; I require so much more technique. I need to be danced for and entertained. I have made the region of my delight a tiny head of a pin. Did anyone tell me that it would be this exhausting to get older?” – an older piece at Saveur.com that I just discovered. Taffy Brodesser-Akner is one of those writers where I always will click on the link and have never yet been disappointed. I love her profiles but I also love when she gets personal.

(I am exhausted being older but something, somewhere underneath, is making me a little younger. I may just be coming out of the U-curve, (The Guardian) or it may be something else.)

I can’t believe it took so long, but thanks to Noah’s grade 8 curriculum I finally read Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (Amazon.ca link) and it made me cry for its unflinching, writing-so-direct-it-stabs-you content, but also because books have power, books have power.

“But knowing, in that immediate and unmediated way, what people thought about my writing felt . . . the word I keep reaching for, even though it seems melodramatic, is annihilating. “ (The New Yorker) Kristen Roupenian has a book coming out this week, you may have heard.

Okay, I think I’ll have to start using my Goodreads account. 🙂

I actually got quite hot under the collar this week over this Instant Pot article (article on capitalism? On feminism? On home economics?)..not because it’s a bit meandering or because I’m an Instant Pot fanatic, but because Someone on the Internet complained that it didn’t acknowledge that men cook too. In any case, I love my Instant Pot and just made these Gigante beans for dinner today.