With a shoestring budget, and in a shoebox kitchen; with a full-time job, a part-time teaching gig, a parter-time research gig, and a master’s thesis to write; with Ikea equipment, Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, and all the bounty Boston has to offer, here is what I make me and my man for dinner. Am I a trained chef? No. A trained photographer? Not particularly. Am I the next great American voice, just waiting to burst upon the scene with Pulitzer-worthy prose? Doubtfully. But I like to cook, and I like to photograph, and I like to write… ’nuff said.
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