“Honey–? “Hi sweetie, what’s up?” “She brought us seed potatoes–” “Potatoes?” “Potatoes. Heirloom seed potatoes from Iowa, that she schlepped all the way from New Mexico.” And that’s the thing—When Deborah Madison carries seed potatoes all the way from New Mexico and presents them to you at lunch in Manhattan, you plant them. For a […]
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There was a definable period of time back in the mid-1970s when every Sunday afternoon seemed to be punctuated by a silent lunch in my father’s mother’s Brooklyn kitchen. It wasn’t so much that we didn’t have anything to say to each other. What rendered me speechless was the fact that, for a very long […]
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