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A Dream of Catfish
I had little knowledge of southern food in my childhood. The best part of my childhood was spent growing up in New York City and that didn’t lend itself to much in the way of a fried catfish. I had my first encounter with the delights from south of the Mason-Dixon line when my Dad,…
Walking through Chinatown in Spring
When I was a little girl my family would go on Saturdays to New York’s Chinatown. I remember the curious scents of sweet cakes sold by cart vendors, of briny fish, of delicious roasting meats and occasional floral incense. There was always a great deal of noise from restaurant kitchens and bargaining shoppers, punctuated by…
Scones and Sympathy
My husband Martin is a wonderful man. He works hard for all of us and genuinely cares about what I would consider the important things in life. One of those is the well being of anyone who reports to him at his company. I know better than anyone how much brain space he allocates to…
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