I’m a novice in the kitchen. I’m also a book nut. So naturally, I have checked out numerous cookery books over the last couple months. (And yes, “cookery” is the correct term; it’s the actual subject all my library’s cookbooks are listed under. Weird, I know.)
I got some real gems today…well, I think they’re gems [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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