My Family
Gran & Her Sisters
Gran: The only food I liked more than Camp Food was my grandmother’s, particularly Friday night Shabbat dinner and Sunday brunch. Homemade chicken noodle soup with pearls of chicken fat and thick chunks of carrots floating on top. Brisket with crispy ends, the middle so tender, no knife required. Crunchy iceberg lettuce smothered in Gran’s homemade Russian dressing – a secret combination of mayo, ketchup, and sweet pickle relish. Sara Lee banana cake.Read More
Max & Becca
Max: When I met Max he was a lanky, at 6’2”, 145-pound doctoral student, his stomach so concave his torso resembled a giant comma. On our first dinner date, at an Italian restaurant, we ordered pizza: half plain cheese (him), half pepperoni (me). He was the first guy who bought me wine with dinner, a bottle of Mateus. (I was 20-years old). Afterwards, I called my mother and asked, “do you think I can be in love with a man who doesn’t like to eat?”Read More