“How do you translate the millennia of language and centuries of culture, of hiding, of brushing under the rug, of diminishing, dehumanizing, destroying?”
Sam Simas
Simple Instructions
Harold is hacking the onion with a bread knife, again. I pass him the santoku and say, “Use this.” He sighs. He sighs because I have promised to allow him to make his own mistakes. After all, I have no claim on the proper way of dicing an onion. I am no chef. To be honest, I have never pursued an interest far enough to define myself by it . . .