There’s a malady, I believe, that is connected to the spirit. Not to the brain, not to the body. It’s a malady that envelops you, unfathomable, and in the moment, unfixable.
My friend, Louise, claims that the first sentence she heard me utter was when I asked my mother if she’d ever tasted the wax in her ears.
The Cook’s Cook, a magazine for cooks, food writers and recipe testers, published bimonthly in the United States, included me in its “Best (Advice) from the Best (Food Writers)” feature, which was pub