Kitchen with an Eggplant: Confessions of Cooking for One and Dining Alone edited
by Jenni Ferrari-Adler
|Fresh from my friend’s garden:
the cutest eggplant in all the land
library’s online catalog*:
hands when I did a library catalog search after work (just like a patron! [this is oddly
thrilling]) for books by Nora Ephron. Since she contributed an essay to this
collection, up popped the book on the screen. (Thank you, all you diligent catalogers,
who made that moment possible.)
the title of an essay by the great Laurie Colwin.
serendipity, and your library catalog will reward you with astonishing delights!
cooking or dining alone. It’s not precisely the jolliest of topics, then, is
(See “Beans and Me” [dreadful title, no?] by Jeremy Jackson. The guy loves
eating alone. And he makes a decent case for why.)
But most address the weirdness that often results when one dines solo: the odd food combinations a person would never own up to, the eating-while-standing-up, the guilt from not preparing elaborate meals for oneself alone (even though, sure, you’re worth it; but who really wants to go to the trouble?)
completely perfect, and others that made me skim hard. (Even now, upon hearing
this confession, the ladies of the book club collectively gasp. The librarian skims! And admits it!)
I read or skimmed everything it contained—you never know what wonders you might
discover in such a collection—but I’ll save you some time, if you wish, by
recommending… The Good Stuff.
York Apartment” by Laura Dave
for you, but let’s face it: the reason you’re blue is that there isn’t anyone to make them for you. As a
result, most people do not have nearly enough mashed potatoes in their lives,
and when they do, it’s almost always at the wrong time.
should know that Richard Nixon spent most of his childhood making mashed
potatoes for his mother and was extremely methodical about getting the lumps out…
The point is that perhaps children should not be trained to mash
potatoes.” (p. 244)