Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Friday, August 23, 2019
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
It's a book I'd gotten several years ago, by the food writer and actor Vincent Schiavelli (Ghost, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest). I don't think I knew he'd died. Or maybe I did. He is a good writer, with a an old-fashioned sensibility and cadence. I hunted up two of his earlier books, Bruculinu, America and Papa Andrea's Sicilian Table, the latter for which he was feted in his grandparents' hometown and where he died. So I fished around on the internet, and found this snippet of a documentary. It seems his son and he were estranged when he died, in Sicily, not very old.
Monday, May 06, 2019
haunts. I had dreams the other night, so vivid, of my uncle and my writing teacher. The memories were disconcerting and then upsetting the more I thought about them then and me now. They weren't upsetting; they were lovely. The me here without them is upsetting. Sometimes I wish it were this year instead of this year:
U.S. high school students, 1969. pic.twitter.com/LZE0w75YeZ— History Lovers Club (@historylvrsclub) May 6, 2019
Thursday, April 11, 2019
do you miss Gourmet magazine? I do; back when D and I were still 'dating', we had lunch at the Harvest in Cambridge. Who should arrive, stately as a ship but with someone in tow, but Julia Child leading Paul in for lunch. I had a salad that was au courant: included flowers! the very next month, what was on the cover? Yes, a version of it. Ruth Reichl has created a list of her favorites from her time as editor, cruelly cut short by idiot Neuhouse who decided to keep the now-nonsensical Bon Appetit.