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New Year’s Weevils

When I was growing up, my parents hosted three, maybe four parties a year in our old house on Hamilton Place. Chinese New Year, my mother’s birthday in October and Thanksgiving were all raucous affairs where we invited Dad’s students, … Continue reading

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Safety

When you opened the wood embellished glass door of Hiroshi’s Anzen grocery store, you could smell fish. Fermented fish, salted or dried fish products and decades of fresh fish sold off of ice, leaving tiny pieces of their guts and … Continue reading

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Fois Gras and Vertebrae

  I grew up eating duck. When my dad catered, there was always a duck or duck products around. He steamed whole ducks in an enormous steamer then took them away, packed in milk crates, to┬ádeep fry on site. He … Continue reading

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Slaughter and Self Care

If you are sensitive about grodiness, leave now. If you don’t believe in killing animals for food, go read this open letter to vegetarians. When I got ducks in the spring I intended to eat their eggs sooner and their … Continue reading

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Ghosts of Stollen Past

  I had a friend a number of years ago who baked stollen at Christmas and at Easter. Her recipe called for “hard spring wheat flour” and “oleo”. I understand that she often ground the flour herself in one of … Continue reading

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GB Haus

Gingerbread houses were always something someone else did. You heard about people doing them. The kind of people who knew how to play tennis and whose cars didn’t break down on vacation. As a kid gingerbread houses existed mostly on … Continue reading

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Nine Hapas** and a Dog

My spouse likes to camp. I don’t. He grew up camping. I didn’t. We have very different dispositions when it comes to packing. Without getting into the particulars, this captures some of the feel: I will force our children to … Continue reading

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