Category Archives: Food

B is for Breakfast

Meals and memories intertwined again. I think I’m done writing about food, but there’s always more. My latest personal essay, “B is for Breakfast,” is published online at Hobart–read it here. Can lunch and dinner be far behind?   Advertisements

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Gumbo

Who’d have thought that an essay about New Orleans would find a home in the inaugural issue of the Long Island Literary Journal? “Gumbo” reflects on the idea that my Long Island, New York roots might be a factor in my … Continue reading

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On Cookbooks

Once more I find that food is a sure way of capturing once-buried memories. My recent essay, “On Cookbooks: Collections and Recollection,” travels through the decades, from the first casseroles to Julia and Jacques, from Betty Crocker to Virginia Woolf. I’m … Continue reading

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Alphabet soup

You may think me a noodle (see “H”) when you discover that noodles–in life, in history, and of course in sauce–are the topic of my latest A to Z (abecedarian). Behind every noodle is a memory–or behind every memory is a … Continue reading

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A tale/tail of lobster and love

My daughter’s fondness for lobster didn’t come from me, but it’s in the family. I readily recall my mother relishing every morsel as she dabbed at the butter dripping down her chin. I wrote about their shared passion as a quirky, perhaps unique recessive … Continue reading

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Eat, Write …

What a brilliant concept, tailor-made for me–an exhibition that displays creative writing works about eating with original photographs to accompany each piece. Drawing from among my many food-related personal essays, I chose “Love at First Bite”–an homage to sushi nested in a recap … Continue reading

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Comfort food and convoluted family

Now there’s a dynamic duo – what writer can resist? Not this one. Once I got started, the memories and the meals came flooding back, and I just had to grab them and get them on paper as they went by. And dig … Continue reading

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