I should have been making a big pot of beans once weekly for my whole working life instead of more complicated meals and wondering why I'm always eating dinner at 10pm.
photo: my aunt preparing food in her very, very, tiny kitchen. i overhead a sweet conversation on the crowded spadina streetcar last night, around midnight. a man was reminiscing with a friend about food…here's what i heard: tostadas…yeah…my mom cooks...
