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“She was my phantom limb.” About a best friend who died.

“It’s sad. Not as sad as things that are truly sad, I’ll grant you that. But sad nonetheless.” - about a bakery closing where she got delicious cabbage strudel.

"Meanwhile, we all began to cook in a wildly neurotic and competitive way. We were looking for applause, we were constantly performing, we were desperate to be all things to all people. Was this the grand climax of the post-World War Il domestic counterrevolution or the beginning of a pathological strain of feminist overreaching? No one knew. We were too busy slicing and dicing."

"His recipes were precise, and I followed them to the letter; I was young, and I believed that if you changed even a hair on a recipe's head, it wouldn't turn out right."