And a Door Creaks Open

¬†Marisa sometimes threw balls of sand at us, and sometimes burst in, shouting "Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs." Then Nino abruptly broke off and walked along the shore, head lowered, until he became a tiny speck [...] Meanwhile I felt better and better, I couldn't believe…

Calzones and Cadillacs

In Saunders' opinion, the novel had reached its apogee with the marriage plot and had never recovered from its disappearance. In the days when success in life had depended on marriage, and marriage had depended on money, novelists had had a subject to write about. The great epics sang of war, the novel of marriage.…

My Week with the "NYTimes"

¬†As we cooked our way through that stack, I discovered interesting shiftsin the way Times readers have approached food. Desserts experienced a major renaissance during the 1970s, as the writers served up ambitious cakes, extraordinarily sweet American pies, and a novel concept called the French tart. Pastry chefs then cut back on the sugar and…

Out with the Old….

After a partially self-imposed and partially necessary break from blogging, I'm back! My blogging form is a little rusty--I have no quote to offer you, nor do I have a recipe--but I do have lots of pictures. Life, as of late, has given me images galore: there was Thanksgiving, then there was San Francisco at…

Great Scoops of Delight

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place. But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around. -E.L. KonigsburgI've never been one of those people for whom the sun must be shining in order to eat ice cream. In fact, I could (and sometimes do) happily eat it everyday; in my…