Seeing the photo of the cured eggs, I thought they were special lozenges, a bit medicinal and a lot soothing. Then I read about the cured eggs and thought—well, yes they are.
Can’t wait to try these yolks! I also feel majorly stuck in a writing rut. I’ve been trying to finish the same two essays for a year. I also find cooking helps, though I feel like maybe once a week the energy and enjoyment that I used to. But I love to talk about food and that joy is still there, so I followed that impulse and started a Substack where I talk to queer folks about the food they love. Check it out anyone who might be interested! Thanks for this post Carmen!
This hit at exactly the moment! You said all the things I’ve been feeling, about writing and fascism and all of it — so vividly. I’ve just been sitting in a coffee shop on the first day of my daily (or almost-daily…let’s be real) writing practice since a long period of block, moving, unpacking boxes…just like you, it seems. Thanks for the extra inspiration.
Lovely post. Thank you for the nourishing words as we all have our stuck times and for the intriguing recipe. Never heard of cured egg yolks, look delicious!
Almost every writer I know has been dealing with a jamming noise in their Muse signal. Me included. The stories of going silent hurt my heart. As I am a great admirer of certain makers of cured yolks, their onslaughts of most sensible responses to the gathering insanity are particularly moving.
I’ve been relying on and putting faith into rituals a lot lately; it’s difficult to create any semblance of a structure (and maintain it, for that matter) when the world itself feels like it’s permanently lurching off its axis. I decided that starting today, I’d make a habit out of reading the Taschen book of symbols bit by bit — I’ve had it for years and never opened it once. I figured that a symbol per day is both an easy and satisfying rhythm to fall into, and so I began the first of what I hope to be many rituals. And wouldn’t you know it, the first symbol is an egg. Thank you for sharing your metaphor with us, it proved to be a lovely and comforting coincidence.
Seeing the photo of the cured eggs, I thought they were special lozenges, a bit medicinal and a lot soothing. Then I read about the cured eggs and thought—well, yes they are.
Can’t wait to try these yolks! I also feel majorly stuck in a writing rut. I’ve been trying to finish the same two essays for a year. I also find cooking helps, though I feel like maybe once a week the energy and enjoyment that I used to. But I love to talk about food and that joy is still there, so I followed that impulse and started a Substack where I talk to queer folks about the food they love. Check it out anyone who might be interested! Thanks for this post Carmen!
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This hit at exactly the moment! You said all the things I’ve been feeling, about writing and fascism and all of it — so vividly. I’ve just been sitting in a coffee shop on the first day of my daily (or almost-daily…let’s be real) writing practice since a long period of block, moving, unpacking boxes…just like you, it seems. Thanks for the extra inspiration.
Lovely post. Thank you for the nourishing words as we all have our stuck times and for the intriguing recipe. Never heard of cured egg yolks, look delicious!
Almost every writer I know has been dealing with a jamming noise in their Muse signal. Me included. The stories of going silent hurt my heart. As I am a great admirer of certain makers of cured yolks, their onslaughts of most sensible responses to the gathering insanity are particularly moving.
Gracias por los pequeños y bellos solecitos 🌞 on this cold, snowy day. 🙏🏽🙇🏽♀️
I feel you on the being stuck, the rising fascism, but also the amazement of those egg yolks and how it's crucial to focus on them right now...
❤️beautiful writing and beautiful photo 🥰
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They are even more gorgeous than when I thought they were dried apricots.
Thank you for this reminder and this recipe. I'm definitely going to make these sometime soon :)
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Oh thank you for these words.
I’ve been relying on and putting faith into rituals a lot lately; it’s difficult to create any semblance of a structure (and maintain it, for that matter) when the world itself feels like it’s permanently lurching off its axis. I decided that starting today, I’d make a habit out of reading the Taschen book of symbols bit by bit — I’ve had it for years and never opened it once. I figured that a symbol per day is both an easy and satisfying rhythm to fall into, and so I began the first of what I hope to be many rituals. And wouldn’t you know it, the first symbol is an egg. Thank you for sharing your metaphor with us, it proved to be a lovely and comforting coincidence.
The rhythms of the kitchen...a decently stocked pantry...will see us through much. Thank you, Carmen
Cooking is a powerful source of creativity and you do it so beautifully. Sending you lots of love. 💕