The Crumbs of Becoming

Birthdays, baseball, and WOW I was a weird kid

Sometime last week, maybe when I was pan frying massive quantities of cabbage in the industrial kitchen at work, or when I was chopping peppers for soup at my own kitchen island, a weird childhood memory flitted through my mind.

Me, age 11 or 12, sneaking into the fridge to pour Worcestershire sauce from the bottle into the tiny lid, then throwing it bac…