I Am My Own Abuela by Sarah Gallegos

This doesn’t feel right, I say to myself.  I press on, afraid to add any more liquid to the dough for fear of majorly fucking something up. About ½ cup of flour remains in the bag, and that’s not nearly enough to start over if this fails.  Mija, I say to myself, mija you’ve added … Read moreI Am My Own Abuela by Sarah Gallegos

Getting Over the Slump by Maya Mathur

The first time I made pasta I was surrounded by strangers— and fawning over the young Italian chef who was instructing us. We all had our own mixing bowls, eggs and rolling pins. We each contributed our handmade pasta to the large pot of boiling salt water and stared in wonderment as our instructor began … Read moreGetting Over the Slump by Maya Mathur

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