There was a grandmother who looked like what the Monty Python troupe called a "pepper pot." Thick, wearing patterned clothing, some kind of kerchief tied over her hair. Most likely in her 60s, but she looked older; an old biddy. Some of those years had been war years, and war years count extra. People of … Continue reading Why I Don’t Read Memoirs
There was a day in 1995 that, in the course of making a pie, I realized that what I really needed was something for dinner. So I pivoted. In the refrigerator were eggs, milk, spinach, ham, cheese, and nothing else. The next few steps seemed pretty obvious and within a few minutes my creation was … Continue reading On the Invention of Quiche—Now I’ll Never See “Horace and Pete” by Louis C.K.
(A LP happens to be 1 square foot, which makes record reviews almost obligatory for this blog). Francis Ford Coppola's 'chapter' of the 1989 anthology film New York Stories is about the relationship between a daughter, Zoë, and a father, who is a famous flautist. The only piece of it that's stuck with me for all of … Continue reading Etude (Record Review): Hamza el Din, Escalay
There are two things about me that might come up in conversation if we talk freely at length. Actually, there are many, many things that might come up if you let me talk, these are just two. The first is that I have a terrible memory of my own past. People tell me stories about myself … Continue reading Etude (Spice Rack): Lawry’s Seasoning Salt, Amber Memories of Los Angeles