“You can leave out the butter if you want – but you’ll be sorry.”
A series of boringly complicated events burst upon me, and I was deeply grateful that Jacques and Julia were there, on screen, chipping off each other, the ideal father and mother, sparring good-naturedly, exploring variations, creating “architectural cooking,” diving into the new way of doing a turkey.
Roy Blount Jr. has a wonderful book out that I recommend to anyone who writes or who enjoys the peculiarities of language. “Alphabet Juice” is a soaring and krinkley dance among the syllables and the ways they may be strung together.
Perhaps it is necessary to reach “a certain age” for nostalgia to be openly allowed. Unrelated to the soupiness often found this time of year, I find myself with a faulty yearning for a way of life we will never again experience.
Roy Blount Jr. has a wonderful book out, “Alphabet Juice,” that I recommend to anyone who writes or who enjoys the peculiarities of language. It is a soaring and crinkling dance among the syllables and the ways they may be strung together. Continue Reading
This time of the year is poignant for many reasons, but a favorite for the shocking suddenness of change – from green to red and gold, from growth to death. It is also a time that is trying for anyone who enjoys pheasant, duck, venison.