Squash blossoms are best cooked the day they are picked, so they force you to live in the moment.
Nutri-prudes want their food revoltingly bland. No fat. No taste.
Spanish and music became ingrained in me, but English was my mother tongue.
I’m not ready yet. Really, God, all those times I said I wish I was dead? I didn’t mean it.
He wore a blue jumpsuit with flames over his crotch. He swirled a yellow cape on one arm, amid dancers dressed in spider-webbed leotards.
