:: GROCERY LOVE ::

in portland

Katrina Joy Plam — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:27:58 +0000

In Portland tattooed baristas pull espresso shots in between couldn’t-be-bothered glances and talk amongst themselves. And for a lunch, a vegan eats a curried tofu dish made with fish sauce; he finds the detail easy to ignore. The world is full of people with nowhere to go and everything to get done. In kindergarten class [...]

argument

Katrina Joy Plam — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 02:20:22 +0000

It was over today. You were over me and I was over you and it all felt so completely, over. My mind raced through the picture book of memories, flipping past morning smiles, evening kisses, and heavy laughter pouring out of our bodies like lava. We were never going to fight. We were never going [...]

market fresh

Katrina Joy Plam — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:26:13 +0000

A banner strewn across the storefront reads, “Snack Nasty Week. Get it While it’s Rotten!” The sign has been up for over a month now but whatever. I’m not the market slogan patrol. I need a crate of fresh mangoes and I’m willing to deal with nasty snack displays of moldy sourdough slices dipped in [...]

american tacos & wine pairings

Katrina Joy Plam — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 01:28:26 +0000

The deceptive thing about pairing is in the word itself. To pair implies a sense of compliment. But we all know pairings come in all sorts of flavors and sizes and not all adjoining parties obviously compliment one another. We taste, we touch, we feel, we smell, but most of all, we take into consideration [...]

fishnets and vodka

Katrina Joy Plam — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 17:00:54 +0000

“Clean-up on aisle nine.” A nasally voice interrupted the low drone of soft rock tunes that I was humming along with. “Can we get a clean-up on aisle nine, immediately please.” The second time around, the voice on the intercom spoke louder, enunciating each and every syllable. Simmer down, I thought to myself. What’s the urgency [...]

grocery store

Katrina Joy Plam — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 23:43:03 +0000

Beginnings are not always a romance and a romance is not always true love. Everything in between consists of groceries picked up along the way. I stare at a jar of kalamata olives with cornichons, pepperoncinis, and all things otherwise cured. Then, lingering in my peripheral vision, a guy passes. I look over at a [...]

cinnamon stream of consciousness

Katrina Joy Plam — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 00:31:17 +0000

Cinnamon is a spice. A spice I put on toast. I rarely use cinnamon in the form of a cinnamon stick except for the festive mug of hot cider. I rarely decorate my beverages. Well, I dash them with spice but I use nutmeg. Some rare occasions my beverage gets hit with a packet of [...]

giraffe snacks

Katrina Joy Plam — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 00:30:10 +0000

I pick my groceries according to weight, since I have to walk home with them. Men on the other hand, I pick according to who will take me home. In my twenties, I was taken home by many a dude at the toothpaste-scraping income level; struggling would-be musicians who razored open the tube to scrape [...]