Little Gram’s Sauce
Today I’m delighted to introduce a guest writer, my husband S. It’s known at “Little Gram’s Sauce,” after my mother’s maternal grandmother, a matriarch known by one and all by diminutive nickname. I’ve probably eaten more of this sauce than any other thing, except maybe water and milk. In fact, brands of spaghetti have come ...Keep Reading
Comfort Me With Spaetzle
4:30 this morning, I wake to find S sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. -Is everything OK? -His stomach hurts, he says. I murmur something vaguely comforting and roll over, hoping to fall back asleep. -No, it really hurts. Really. We turn on lights. He paces in his Purchase t-shirt ...Keep Reading
Artichoke Tortellini Primavera
The night before I went back to Weight Watchers, S and I cooked together. Although I do the majority of the cooking around here (and he does all the dishes), when both our schedules permit, nothing makes me happier, or feel more married, than working in the kitchen with my husband. We’re in the midst ...Keep Reading
Madeleines, Shmadeleines: Kasha Varnishkes
“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, ...Keep Reading
American Chop Suey
Iron-willed does not even begin to describe my mom. When I was six, she gave birth to my youngest brother, G, and fell into a post-partum depression from which it took nearly a decade to emerge. For the first few years, most days she was still in bed when we came home from school. But ...Keep Reading
