Journalist – Historian – Speaker
Thanksgiving is coming and our traditions have changed. My brother’s kids are grown and they have their own things to do. My father is unlikely to leave the house. My mother is now three years’ gone, as of yesterday. My sister and I agree that intensive all-day cooking is really not what we’re going to …
I recently discovered a computer directory containing 749 recipes written, organized, annotated, and collected by my late mom. Somewhere there are expanding files and written recipes, though not all of them made it through all the moves. Still, I have these, and in them I can hear her voice. This dish is named after an Iranian …
“These are the ingredients of a memory that’s neither eulogy nor miracle. Stock, wine, garlic, onion and fat. Heat, cancer, childhood, sorrow and love. I wish I could cook for her again.” Today in The Washington Post.