Syrup after Waffle glass bottle amber sunlit liquid. tip the bottle, drip, drip, sizzle: waffle and sticky sweetness. blade of knife to square, tenderly it gives to the blade, its gentle steam. annelies zijderveld © 11/16/10 Waffle I can taste you in my mouth Your tenderness Your gentle steam Dripping with sweetness… Continue reading Syrup, after Waffle: a conversation in poetry
Author: Annelies
Snickerdoodles
The apartment is filled with the aroma of cinnamon and sugar mingling together in the air. Something about this smell is both comforting and reminiscent of childhood. It smells like home. I somehow lucked out, as I was the one who got to move into the apartment before the wedding. Over the past few years… Continue reading Snickerdoodles
Images a la Sauvette
Last Sunday, the sound of rain pelting the window pane woke me up. Plans to lead a walk along the Golden Gate bridge were definitely off. One of my favorite past times and excuses to love rainy weather is the opportunity to ensconce myself in a museum. Two photography exhibits proved to entice me to… Continue reading Images a la Sauvette
Golden Borscht with Potato Crostini
It pays to have people in your life who entertain for a living. My friend Katy sings opera and can do a spot on perfect Scottish accent or Russian. I chalk it up to her time studying for a role in Eugene Onegin several years back. Regardless, her Russian accent inspired the nickname Olga, so… Continue reading Golden Borscht with Potato Crostini
Cassoulet
Fresh back from the honeymoon, I would love to say we filled the kitchen with cinnamon and butter and sugar emanating from a hot oven. Our lives were as they had been a la honeymoon equal parts tense and excited at the possibilities ahead. No, I’m not referring to the early days of marriage but… Continue reading Cassoulet
Open Studio, Open House
For Halloween, as my friend Bryan walked to church, I yelled at him across the street, gesticulating wildly and told him about the afternoon planned. A happy captive, he joined me as we set out for the Hunter’s Point artist colony open house and an afternoon of stepping in and out of people’s subconscious. Art… Continue reading Open Studio, Open House
Sonnet 116
Melt. Swoon. I must say my way into this sonnet was via the mouth of Willoughby and Marianne teasing the words out of each other’s mouths and thus feeling a sense of inevitability, one evening in college. I found myself smitten with the buffoon we find Willoughby to become later on in Sense and Sensibility… Continue reading Sonnet 116
Orange Black Cookies
2010 has been a bit of a doozy as years go. You take the sweet and the bitter. It was the year Holland almost clinched the World Cup in South Africa. For several weeks on pre-set days, I take on a resemblance of a character from Halloween in a non-October timeframe. An ardent fan of… Continue reading Orange Black Cookies
Begin again.
The clean page. An apron with no smudges or stains. A fresh start. Welcome to la vie en route. There was a marriage. A boy and a girl with two rings and a promise. A new beginning at hand. Life is like that- new beginnings (and we tend to like them more than the endings).… Continue reading Begin again.
Under a Waxing Crescent
Crickets. It’s what you might have heard from me if you check this blog regularly. I have been so tired and fraught with matters that have left my inspiration to cook zippered shut in a bag shoved in the corner of my room. Proverbially speaking of course. See, my dad died a little over two… Continue reading Under a Waxing Crescent
Let’s get social
Who doesn’t like a good story and when I mean a story, I mean a person. You’ve heard “don’t judge a book by its cover” and while the genesis of this phrase may have started with a book, let’s just say more often than not it’s intended for people. Journalism, waitressing, coffee barista, even librarian-… Continue reading Let’s get social
Beside myself in a concrete jungle
And so it begins. A girl affectionate for cities and all their clash of overlap gets to work in the city. A love story begins to unfurl. I knew I have a thing for cities. And I knew that San Francisco captured my attention in its unapologetic way years ago. But working in the city… Continue reading Beside myself in a concrete jungle