I wrote a book this year that I’d pitched, somewhat vaguely, as profiles about interesting women “through the lens of feasting.” It got more specific in the writing (as these things tend to do), but not too much more specific — it’s not a “food book” really so much as a book where cooking, eating, and gathering around a table is a way to understand part of each woman’s long-last impact.
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A feast in Brooklyn
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I wrote a book this year that I’d pitched, somewhat vaguely, as profiles about interesting women “through the lens of feasting.” It got more specific in the writing (as these things tend to do), but not too much more specific — it’s not a “food book” really so much as a book where cooking, eating, and gathering around a table is a way to understand part of each woman’s long-last impact.