
I recently spent four glorious days in midtown Manhattan.
For two of those, I was pretty much closeted in the Roger Smith Hotel attending back-to-back seminars at a cookbook conference. Read more…
I recently spent four glorious days in midtown Manhattan.
For two of those, I was pretty much closeted in the Roger Smith Hotel attending back-to-back seminars at a cookbook conference. Read more…
In the previous blog, I wax eloquent about Nora Ephron. So similar are our passions, paths of discovery and almost parallel lives, that I’m left wondering if we were sisters in another incarnation.
It’s probably our Jewish heritage, crazy families and creative bent that make us kindred in my eyes, all of which are discussed, often hilariously, in her latest book: a thin, compact tome called I Remember Nothing. This title is a reference to being a middle-aged (69-year-old) woman for whom memory loss, taking so many pills in the morning that she has no room for breakfast and other hazards of the aging process are darkly funny.
The book is also peppered with references to food and even includes the odd recipe. Again, Nora and I are on the same page, especially in the case of the Ricotta Pancakes she writes about in the chapter called I Just Want to Say: Teflon. Read more…
Marion Kane has been a leader in the world of food journalism for a few decades. She is an intrepid populist whose work combines social commentary with a consuming passion for all things culinary. For 18 years, she was food editor/columnist for Canada's largest newspaper: the Toronto Star. She lives in Toronto's colourful Kensington Market and is currently a free-wheeling freelance food sleuth®, podcaster, writer and cook.