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272 pages, Paperback
First published April 30, 2013
“Mama always put vodka in her sangria.”
“They were Mississippi Delta people—Mizz-Izz-DEHLT people—and the sense of placeness they brought into the room with them was sweet to me.”
“No matter who we are or where we’ve been, we are all, apparently, ‘leveled’ by the same thing: our love of our sometimes lowly, always luscious cuisine—our love, in short, of home.”
[I]n general, I have a thing about hosts imposing their diet reginmens on their guests, and about guests who make outrageous requests that don't have anything to do with a life-threatening condition. [chapter 2; The Society Diet]
[S]mall talk, flirting, witty asides, pretty much everything that makes a dinner party bearable or even fun, comes to an abrupt halt and a topic is introduced—a recent Supreme Court ruling, say, or the fat of the latest immigration bill. the guests are then made to take turns around the table saying what they think about it.
In me, this brings up fear and loathing [chapter 22: Table Talk]
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Lately [Brussels sprouts have] been enjoying a resurgence, mainly because people have finally learned that the habit of boiling them until they produce a stomach-curdling stench and taste was not, perhaps, the best way to showcase their attributes. [chapter: Kill That Taste!]