Category: food
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Peppers
I can’t see bell peppers without thinking of my mother. A tiny woman, fragile, loose-limbed, and notoriously accident-prone, she could find the single crack in a sidewalk over which a thousand people had stepped without falling, and lose her footing. Despite her delicate constitution, she had a sharp mind, wicked…
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Pan Fried
My parents had a cast iron skillet. It wasn’t very big, but many of the meals we had came out of it—eggs, burgers, chicken, steaks, fish, and grilled cheese sandwiches. The color of pitch, every surface of that pan was so slickly well-seasoned that nothing stuck to it. I have…
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Nightmare
You’re trying a new restaurant for dinner. A waitress brings you water, a basket of rolls, and a menu and says she’ll be back soon to take your order. When she returns, you tell her you’d like the grilled salmon with lightly steamed asparagus. She makes notes on a pad,…
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Chock Full of Nuts
A recent viewing of the documentary, The Automat, launched me on a nostalgia tour through the New York City of my youth. I have ample memories of Horn and Hardart’s Automats in Manhattan, the excitement and pleasures of eating there, which I’ll talk about in a future post, but for…
