I’ve never been great with heat. Somewhere, in one of my boxes someplace, is a picture of me standing near the edge of the pool that was attached to the apartment I grew up in, in Forest Hills. I’m about three, wearing a yellow and orange gingham bikini and holding a dripping Creamsicle in one […]
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You remember the 1970s, don’t you? That blissful time of communes and collectives and peaceniks, of lentil nut loaf and bland steamed vegetables and birdseed-like undercooked millet and flavorless “health bread” so dense that it could be used as ballast on the Queen Mary. Then came the books: Laurel’s Kitchen (who was Laurel, and where […]
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