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…