Breakfast people tend to be different. My father was a breakfast person; nothing made him happier than sitting down at a morning spread comprised of anything from scrambled eggs (with ketchup) and bacon, to coffee cake, to leftover apple strudel from Mrs. Herbst, to bagels and schmaltz herring, to Spam fried in a sad little […]
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This year, Susan and I spent Thanksgiving–the week before and a few days after–in the Bay area (as I write this, we’re actually still here, staying with friends in their gorgeous house on Lily Street, with Audrey, their small-space-creature-Italian-Greyhound); we were staying for most of the time in a rose-bedecked cottage in Mill Valley, which […]
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