Category Archives: love July 2008 was the last time I saw Richard. An old high school friend decided we should all gather to celebrate the year we would turn 50. There followed a flurry of emails the chain growing daily. It included old friends, people I’d barely known and Richard who’d been one of my closest friends through […]  As I pulled out of the parking lot onto Passyunk Avenue I saw the sleek, antique Thunderbird convertible. It was black, the top was down, and seeing it flooded me with distant memories. When I was a little girl, maybe four or five, my grandfather, Bud, promised me that when I learned to drive he would […]  Not that you asked, but these days I ride the bus to work. I’ve lived in Philadelphia for almost twenty years and this is the first time I’m using public transportation on a regular basis. When I first moved to Philadelphia from NYC I didn’t have a car and biked everywhere. Philly is a fairly […]  Being good company is like having good taste; we all believe we are/have it. Last week was my final week on the road and my final and eighth week of being a guest at someone’s house. Generally, when I visit people I make an effort to be a good guest. I volunteer to cook or […]  In cooking, as in almost everything, there are rules and norms. Sometimes those rules are for the optimal result, other times for anything close to the desired result. If you get egg yolk (or any other fat such as residual oil in your mixing bowl) in your egg whites they will never get stiff. Forgo preheating your […] |
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