BY CHRISTOPHER KIMBALL It’s been a bit since the traybake crossed the Atlantic from Britain, where a host of cooking personalities popularized a technique that combines big flavor and weeknight convenience onto one pan. But for the uninitiated, meat and vegetables are placed on a ...
I saw a meme the other day with a woman ugly crying and the words, “The moment you realize 2022 is pronounced 2020, too” written above it. A pretty horrible thought, given that 2021 already felt like an extension-slash-bad sequel to that terrible enough year. Here we are with this pandemic still clouding our collective conscience, keeping us mired in disconnection and uncertainty. So much for all that optimism we felt last New Year’s, amirite? But you know, when I sit back and think about everything that did happen this year, it’s a lot, at least in my little ...
A handful of mornings ago, during my workout walk, I saw a man step outside a house, onto the porch, and bend down to embrace the woman sitting there. I’ve thought about it ever since. Did they argue, and he was apologizing? Had she experienced a loss, and he was trying to ...
Newsroom@DominionPost.com The Dominion Post newspaper took 14 editorial awards in the West Virginia Press Association 2021 Newspaper Contest. Morgantown’s newspaper, competing in Division 1, took four first-place awards, including one for Best COVID-19 coverage. “This award ...
I am in awe of my dog. I simply find him fascinating — the way he walks through the world. As though it’s Mr. Moo’s Universe and we’re all along for the ride. And not just because he has 0% body fat, either. Every time I watch him, I marvel at what it must be like to live without a shred of self-consciousness the way he does. He doesn’t care if people look at him — actually, I imagine he assumes they will and figures it’s his due. “He’s so cute,” a woman told me the other day. “Yeah, he thinks so, too,” I answered. And while I understand ...
Katie McDowell When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the time capsule buried in front of my elementary school (shout out to William Tyler Page in Montgomery County, Md.) It was planted in among an herb garden in a little square near the entrance (the smell of fresh thyme still takes me there), a stone bearing a plaque with two dates: when it was set, and when it would finally be unearthed. I didn’t understand what it was at first, only that it seemed like some sort of treasure, or clue. When I asked my mom about it I only became more obsessed. What could be ...
