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As noted here, I have a thing for butter and sadly, we’re not talking toast. I tell you, sometimes I pop butter directly with brown sugar and my mouth thinks why bother baking? It’s all here. Back in bakery years, working all day near 64-pound butter blocks was torture, a special brand of wafting, yellow, [...]

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One breezy Chicago summer, my brother and I built a treehouse. Isn’t that nice? But before my mother objects, let’s rephrase: one sweaty Chicago summer, my brother and I nearly killed each other nailing two boards into a tree. We pounded rows of crooked nails into little boards for steps, and as high as we [...]

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The Baker’s Alphabet

Why are we detouring into the nursery? Well. When Josie was small, and I was tired but she was not, I’d walk the floors with her in the dark, and make stuff up.  Nonsense murmuring stuff like this – a rhyming stream of bakery talk.  Yes. I was one whacked-out sleepy caterer. So why am [...]

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{ A Mother’s Day tale } In 1978 just three types of contraband existed for me and my pal Andie Lerner: shoplifted Bonne Bell makeup, those curious magazines in our brothers’ rooms, and Judy Blume’s teen sex novel, Forever. But I was a fearful eleven-year-old who declined the five-finger discount – and despite many examinations [...]

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Happy Huitres

I have tried to like oysters. I have. Certainly I like the idea of oysters – natural, rough, juicy, briny. The glimmering hope of pearls. And how about those camera-ready looks? I mean, look at those Paris oysters – huitres. They are piled in baskets for the evening’s delight, and people rush home with so [...]

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