April 7, 2010
One of the first times my friend Megan came to our dessert party she told me she loved everything I made but raved specifically about the Mediterranean Citrus Olive Oil Cake I had made. So when we recently had our friends Megan and Erik and their adorable child Brady over to our place a week or so ago, she requested it for dinner again. She wasn’t the only one, as it’s probably the one dessert that we don’t have leftovers of in our vast sea of desserts – which is all the more impressive as I usually make it gluten free for a few of my gluten/wheat sensitive friends (ok, I really only have one good friend who is wheat allergic, but it just gives me an excuse to play with flours that I normally wouldn’t play with – thereby expanding my baking palette).
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April 3, 2010
Growing up in my part of town, I was surrounded by The Jews. That’s what my mom referred to them as. The Jews. It’s not that my parents were Anti-Semitic. It was more that my mom, being immigrants and having English as a second language, didn’t quite get the difference between the article “a” and the article “the”…thus it was The Jews, The Catholics, The Blacks. Even The Orientals (that would be us). It probably would have been The Latinos too, if we knew any Latinos, but St. Louis didn’t really have a large Latino population, what with, it being smack dab in the middle of the country.
Strangely though, it was never The Whites. I guess, white people were the norm in the Midwest and everyone else had to be described.
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