(For Christina Choi, 1977-2011) My grandmother was the primary cook in my house when I was growing up, and much of what she made had a sort of Mitteleuropan bent to it: veal breast was stuffed with dried fruit, strudel was laden with cabbage, roast chicken was redolent of paprika, beef was braised with caraway […]
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I’m a born Cancerian — a homebody, a softy, a three-hanky crier at the movies who takes the nastiness of the clerks at the DMV personally, and finds the frosting I get at the hands of certain people in my business remarkably moronic yet somehow my fault; I’m a fan of babies and animals […]
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