“Will you see if you can find your father and tell him to come here?” Without looking up, Arden squeezed the water from the broccoli rabe and began cutting it into neat two-inch pieces. “Oh, and Skye,” the regular rhythm—slice, pause, slice, pause—was unbroken, “you don’t need that reggiano.” (Skye had shaved off a thin sliver of [...]
Archive for November, 2008
One•VI•3
Posted in Part One, Section 6, tagged broccoli rabe, parmigiana-reggiano on November 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
One•VI•2
Posted in Part One, Section 6, tagged Arden, bitter greens, fiction, food, orechiette, rapini, Skye on November 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She slid the rapini into the now-boiling water. Rennie had put on one of his mindless cds and, clearly, gone out…or fallen asleep…or hidden himself away in his office. Taking a pair of wooden tongs, she lifted the bitter greens out of their steaming bath and plunged them into a bowl of ice water that [...]
Part One•Section VI•Paragraph 1
Posted in Part One, Section 6, tagged Calphalon, discontentment, garlic, Williams-Sonoma on November 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Arden stirred the garlic and red pepper flakes in the warming olive oil. She would like, she thought, a large Calphalon sauté pan like the one Kyrsten’s husband bought at Williams-Sonoma. This one was so old and pitted. She couldn’t even remember when they had gotten it. Probably it had been a wedding present [...]
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Posted in Part One, Section 5, tagged bread-baking, cat, Harlequin, Jacques Brel, Paris on November 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Harlequin, the calico cat, who had been watching attentively from his perch on the kitchen table, gave Morris a look of utter disdain at this last insistent howl of a chorus, jumped down and walked out of the room. “If Jacques Brel were still alive and well,” he seemed, with the slight flick [...]
