Mark Scarbrough
@markscarbrough.bsky.social
Cookbook author. Pod: Cooking With Bruce & Mark. Former lit prof. Pod: Walking With Dante. Lots of lit seminars, book discussions, & poetry discussions at New England libraries. Recovering evangelical. Married to the best guy. Owned by a collie.
Hydrangea and helenium = the start of autumn.
September 9, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Hydrangea and helenium = the start of autumn.
Big pot of roots for chicken stew on a chilly evening.
September 8, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Big pot of roots for chicken stew on a chilly evening.
Fried left-over steel-cut oats. Save leftovers in a buttered baking dish, then fry the next morning in butter until crisp (whole or in squares). Break out the maple syrup or the strawberry jam!
September 8, 2025 at 11:37 AM
Fried left-over steel-cut oats. Save leftovers in a buttered baking dish, then fry the next morning in butter until crisp (whole or in squares). Break out the maple syrup or the strawberry jam!
Light in the morning: slant, clarity, precision, hope.
September 2, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Light in the morning: slant, clarity, precision, hope.
Today’s vibe.
September 1, 2025 at 11:08 PM
Today’s vibe.
When you start to reread Dostoevsky’s short stories and find a picture from when you married him in 1999 as a bookmark in just the right place.
August 26, 2025 at 12:46 PM
When you start to reread Dostoevsky’s short stories and find a picture from when you married him in 1999 as a bookmark in just the right place.
Change is life.
August 25, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Change is life.
My husband’s crazy obsession with regional Chinese cooking continues. Not that I’m complaining.
August 24, 2025 at 9:40 PM
My husband’s crazy obsession with regional Chinese cooking continues. Not that I’m complaining.
Summer dinner on the porch: pork loin off the grill, local corn, and spiced plums (from our new book, COLD CANNING!).
August 22, 2025 at 11:58 PM
Summer dinner on the porch: pork loin off the grill, local corn, and spiced plums (from our new book, COLD CANNING!).
Finally got brave enough to watch Fellow Travelers. As a gay guy who survived the plague, I was—as expected—wrecked.
August 19, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Finally got brave enough to watch Fellow Travelers. As a gay guy who survived the plague, I was—as expected—wrecked.
About to reach the end of this shaggy beast. A new star appears and a cast of characters ready (or don’t). A meditation on light and dark … and whether they actually break through the quotidian ephemera of life.
August 18, 2025 at 10:11 PM
About to reach the end of this shaggy beast. A new star appears and a cast of characters ready (or don’t). A meditation on light and dark … and whether they actually break through the quotidian ephemera of life.
Offered without comment.
August 15, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Offered without comment.
Someone has come to believe he’s a human.
August 6, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Someone has come to believe he’s a human.
I feel totally seen.
July 30, 2025 at 9:40 PM
I feel totally seen.
Making spicy garlicky cauliflower pickles from our new book COLD CANNING. Out on Tuesday and already into a second printing before publication!
July 27, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Making spicy garlicky cauliflower pickles from our new book COLD CANNING. Out on Tuesday and already into a second printing before publication!
The U.S. is shitting the bed. My gardens are nice, though.
July 20, 2025 at 9:59 PM
The U.S. is shitting the bed. My gardens are nice, though.
Kimchi and pork belly stir-fry. So yum on a cool(ish) summer evening in New England.
July 20, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Kimchi and pork belly stir-fry. So yum on a cool(ish) summer evening in New England.
Happy Fourth of July from New England!
July 3, 2025 at 9:10 PM
Happy Fourth of July from New England!
Throwing color = gardening.
June 25, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Throwing color = gardening.
Fireworks in the garden!
June 21, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Fireworks in the garden!
About two-thirds done. (That is, on page 650 or so.) Roberto Bolaño’s final magnum opus, an epic nightmare of the U.S./Mexico border: 2666. Still don’t know why that’s the title. But it may be close to the number of deaths. Holy hell. Or unholy hell, as it were.
June 17, 2025 at 10:32 PM
About two-thirds done. (That is, on page 650 or so.) Roberto Bolaño’s final magnum opus, an epic nightmare of the U.S./Mexico border: 2666. Still don’t know why that’s the title. But it may be close to the number of deaths. Holy hell. Or unholy hell, as it were.
A wild ride. I started a book group at a local library fifteen years ago. It’s grown to two online sessions per book with members from across the U.S. and even the world. The count: 192 books in 15 years. A celebration this weekend.
June 5, 2025 at 10:28 AM
A wild ride. I started a book group at a local library fifteen years ago. It’s grown to two online sessions per book with members from across the U.S. and even the world. The count: 192 books in 15 years. A celebration this weekend.
Reading. Next selection for the book group I’ve curated for fifteen years. (The 192nd title 😳😎)
June 1, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Reading. Next selection for the book group I’ve curated for fifteen years. (The 192nd title 😳😎)
Portrait of aging.
May 27, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Portrait of aging.