Category: Memoir
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English Pea and Parsley Dip
I still remember the first time I ate fresh peas, right from the garden. I can’t tell you how old I was but I can tell you that I was young enough to run barefoot through the grass, climb trees, and play make believe; young enough that I had never stopped to consider where food…
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Salvatore’s Sandwich
There are two things I remember clearly about Salvatore — his nose and his sandwiches. Let me explain. Every weekday at 11:30 a.m. Mrs. Lang (our second grade teacher) would walk two lines of children (boys on the left, girls on the right) away from the small pod of elementary school classrooms that surrounded an…
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In Search of the Abu Dhabi Lemon Mint
It wasn’t until I had been in Abu Dhabi for almost a full day that I truly realized just how far I had traveled to be there. It was just about to be 5:00 am and despite the fact that I had to be at a meeting in four hours, I hadn’t slept all night…
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Drinking Chocolate
My first job when I graduated from culinary school was a temporary position at the historic 21 Club. I was hired to work during the busiest time of year (Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and Restaurant Week), at times serving between three and four hundred desserts during a single dinner service. I gladly took the position, knowing…
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Heirloom Tomatoes
It was hot today: the type of hot that makes your bare skin beautiful with glittering jewels of sweat and leaves you feeling strangely sensual. It is in this type of heat that you realize your thirst, both physical and metaphorical, has not been quenched. And, it is in this heat that I wandered around the greenmarket, looking for…
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