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  • Pears in red wine

    In memory of my dear friend, Mary, the magical “Claire” of my memoir who died Sunday, June 15, of a brain tumor, I am re-posting this chapter from my memoir, Tasting Home. Before I entered the women’s group at Penn, I didn’t much trust other...
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  • Cruising

    I’ve been meaning to write about cruising for a long time. Cruises are great when previous trips have made you sick of packing and unpacking luggage and of dragging large bags over cobblestones and carrying them up staircases that never end. Suitcase weariness was mainly...
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  • A literary feast

    LOVERS OF FOOD AND LITERATURE: Award winning authors Judith Newton, Tasting Home, and Rebecca Coffey, Nietzsche’s Angel Food Cake, explore intersections of the literary and the gastronomical. *Thursday, April 3, 7:30.At Books Inc., 2275 Market St., San Francisco* In TASTING HOME, Judith Newton combines recipes...
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  • The last time I saw London

    It is not now as it hath been of yore;  . . . The things which I have seen I now can see no more. William Wordsworth, “Ode on Intimations of Mortality” The best part of our cruise to France was our prior trip to...
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  • A valentine for my gay ex-husband

    “Perhaps the story of our love belongs to the 1960s, when everything seemed possible, a spirit we never lost.” I  met him in graduate school during the early sixties, the kind of smart, studious young man I‘d always been drawn to but never managed to...
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  • Food for the soul

    Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul. Dorothy Day Mark Miller’s Coyote Café  was first published in January of 1989, the year I became director of a women’s studies program. And, in ways I couldn’t have imagined, it ...
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  • French connection

    I can’t say that  I was ever fond of France, a fact that had much to do with my inability, in the past, to properly pronounce  the language–and with the scorn of Parisians for my less than perfect efforts.  I  speak Spanish and Italian well...
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  • The “new domesticity”

    While writing my food memoir, Tasting Home, I avoided reading anything analytical about women and food. (I had been a professor for most of my life and didn’t want to write an academic memoir.) Only after I finished the memoir, did I begin to read...
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  • Thinking about food

    Since my interest in writing about food lies mainly in the emotional work that cooking for, and dining with, others perform, I always begin a piece on food by asking what did this cooking or dining experience mean to me? Why did I think it...
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