First Person Food and Drink

Having Too Many: How Queer Family Helps Heal My Relationship to Food

She has boxes of recipe cards; mostly I know their stories and not their flavors. She needs to know what I cook for dinner regularly; she eats a dinner of nibbles and stolen bites. She tells me that sugar is toxic and will cause irreparable harm to my body; she sends me a box of Christmas cookies. Scrumptious little crystals that can tear at my blood vessels from the inside.

Food and Drink

Femme Brûleé: Blueberry Galette

I miss camp so much the only cure I could think of was some kind of comfort food that involves berries – only one type though – and that I could make very quickly and easily. I decided the only thing to do was to bake a mountain of berries into some flaky buttery crust and eat it while I scroll the A-Camp hashtag and cry for the millionth time. And thus, this blueberry galette was born!