a khau galli fried rice memory

Sometimes you really just want some goddamned comfort food. I once woke up to a decidedly not-positive email, and wanted to eat my feelings. You’re familiar with these: the ones that have you reaching for the tub of ice cream when you’re sad, angry, happy—okay, anything, really. Let’s just acknowledge that sugar is addictive and…

an ode: pav bhaji

Do you have favorites? A character, movie, scene, drive, trip, author, interaction, memory, whatever, that you enjoy above all others? I don’t. If you ask which insert-topic-here I like best, there’s a 99% chance I can’t tell you. Call it skepticism of the concept of timeless favorites, or plain indecision (who’re we kidding, though, we…