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Often I choose characters who express not my best self, but the sides of me I haven't developed or haven't expressed.


With my friends in Brooklyn, many of them started out as artists. I saw many of these friends move into late middle age, still struggling without health insurance or a cushion. I saw people who had given up being artists. Being an artist necessitates a compromise or living on the edge.


Characters who don't suffer have no interest to me.


Chan Marshall has one of the most haunting, wrenching voices of any current singer, male or female.


Broccoli, when overboiled, produces a sulfuric stench that causes children to gag the instant they enter the house.


Broccoli gets such a bad rap. This is perplexing to those of us who love that green, treelike, stalky vegetable.


'Blue Plate Special' is the autobiography of my first half-century of life, with food as the subject.


A relative of poison ivy and poison sumac, the cashew contains the same rash-inducing chemicals, known as urushiols, as its kin.


Nostalgia is a powerful drug. Under its influence, ordinary songs take on dimensions and powers, like emotional superheroes.


Whenever possible, I use local, fresh ingredients, just because it tastes and feels better to eat an egg or a tomato or a hamburger that wasn't flown halfway around the world, that didn't travel on a truck and get stuck in traffic jams, that hasn't been sitting in a supermarket's refrigerator case for days.


Even more than dying itself, I'm scared of the horror-movie changes that happen to the human body as it ages. I think of it as a sort of haunted-house effect, living inside a crumbling, creaking structure that is full of ghosts and will, some day, fall down.


Food is not a means toward resolution. It can't cure heartbreak or solve untenable dilemmas.


It gives me immense pleasure to be trustworthy, faithful, and true - to have the kind of romantic bond that inspires this.


I think there's a part of my brain where food, language, and memory all intersect, and it's really powerful. I think I'm not alone in this.


I never see myself as writing satire. I think I write about people as they really are, without making them better or worse.


Each pineapple plant produces only one fruit per year. It can take up to two years for the pineapple to ripen, and it's important to wait, because once it's picked, it can't ripen any further. The unripe pineapple is not only horrible tasting but poisonous.


There's a certain time of day after sunset when people naturally seem to feel the urge to gather by a fire or a stove or a hibachi or another common source of heat and food, and hunker down together to eat and drink. Call it the blue hour.


My blog is a celebration of the unexpected, settled, happy life I find myself living in Portland, Maine, at the ripe old age of fifty with someone I deeply love and am very happy with. That's part of why I started the blog.


I realized that I've had a really rocky relationship with food - it has not been a gauzy, beautiful summer of ripe melons and perfectly buttered toast.


I've never been an outward rebel, but inside, I just rebel deeply.