Ancient Grains Archive

Texts From the Yellow Wallpaper

Poppet I couldn’t help but notice that the gate at the top of the stairs was ajar Oh? which suggests to me that a certain someone has been going downstairs can you think of who that might be? Oh dear Oh John, I’m sorry I called for you but you weren't at home no ...Read More

French Toast

Arrêtez! Pour nous, c'est nécessaire la écriture féminine, sans sobriquets. Par exemple, mon état est soi-disant: je ne regrette rien. Au gratin est vrai un décolleté incroyable, tourjours pour le chien. Au contraire, laissez le bon temps rouler tout de suite a la bon marché. Avec un enfant terrible, que est tableaux ...Read More

Hustle and Prose: Laura Ingalls Wilder

Previous installments in this series can be found here. A self-sufficient, rural wife who blogs about farm life gets a memoir deal—the idea has become nearly cliché. But Laura Ingalls Wilder beat Ree Drummond to it by 80 years. Wilder wasn't blogging, obviously, but she was as ...Read More

A Letter From Chris Kimball

Each issue of Cook's Illustrated begins with a folksy letter with news from down on the old Vermont farm by founder and editor-in-chief Chris Kimball. These charming, old-timey updates remind us all of a slower, simpler way of life, where neighbors stop to swap plowing tips ...Read More

Recent Purchases by Jeff Bezos

1. The Washington Post. 2. The Blue Carbuncle of Persia. 3. The four heaviest gramophones in the Catskills. 4. A phrenologist with a satchel of Werther's Originals. 5. A K-car. 6. The back catalogue of the Squirrel Nut Zippers. ...Read More

Future Tense: Shopping for Fate with Storefront Psychics

There are many things I’ve done in my life that I am not proud of. I’ve lied. I’ve stolen. I’ve misled boyfriends regarding the extent of my interest in jazz-fusion music. But I am perhaps least proud of a phase I had in my early twenties, when I became hooked on storefront ...Read More

Negroni Season: The Fan Fiction

There was once a dream that was Negroni Season. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish... it was so fragile. ...Read More

Malls I Have Known

All malls smell this same, which is mostly true. Auntie Annie’s pretzels and floor wax and perfume and air conditioning. All department stores are laid out the same way, which is actually true, and which gives me great comfort. Ladies shoes, handbags, jewelry, perfume, cosmetics, exit. Into the mall. I grew up ...Read More