Category Archives: memoir

The Viennese Kitchen

For almost thirty years I repeatedly saw one and the same dream: I would arrive in Vienna at long last. I would feel really happy, for I was returning to my serene childhood. Alfred Schnittke In its culture and life, … Continue reading

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Cleaning Out the Basement–Between Meals, An Appetite for Paris

Nostalgia for Paris, for a particular Paris, is rich territory. Were you there pre-war or post-war, and which war. It was always better before you got there–Belle Epoque, the Lost Generation, GI Bill expats, and now, perhaps even I can … Continue reading

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Some Things Never Change

And thank goodness for that! As you know it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving at our house without fragrant, warm bowls of Indian Pudding, with a lump of vanilla ice cream sledding down the side. Molasses–check, milk–check, cornmeal–check. We’re ready and loyal to … Continue reading

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Voracious

I live on good soup, not on fine words. –Moliere Yes, but good soup is much tastier when accompanied by a good book. In these essays just long enough to read while you’re stirring a risotto or waiting for the … Continue reading

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Why Your Bicycle Should Have a Basket

Warning, this post contains nostalgia. This post is about one of my favorite childhood meals, though it was hardly a meal at all. I was about 13 or 14–too young to get a job, but too old to run out the … Continue reading

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How to Cook a Moose

I felt like I’d been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine. Terry Goodkind Sometimes we are born in our homes and sometimes we find them. Kate Christensen grew up in the Arizona desert, and “always felt alienated by that … Continue reading

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Personal Rituals–Dinner

You can’t possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It’s absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that. ― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest According to the … Continue reading

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