“You don't even know me anymore," I say. "Sydney, I know you better than almost anyone. Certainly better than this clown." "Hey!" Jeremy lunges for Zach again, but I push him back with my arm. "Well, I would hope someone who dated me for eight freaking years would know me a little better than someone who's dated me for a few months," I say. "But he knows me now---the Sydney who worked in TV news and lost her job and works at the farmers' market and had her heart broken by a guy who cheated on her with some bimbo named Georgina. You don't know that Sydney. You gave up on her a long time ago.” Better Than YouPast Relationship Book:A Second Bite at the Apple Source: A Second Bite at the Apple
“Yes, well, we figured you wouldn't have anything in the house, so these are things at the very minimum we thought you would need." I scan the basket, which, among other things, contains a pot of wild boar paté, a jar of organic Manuka honey, a package each of wild Scottish smoked salmon and venison salami, a tube of geranium and neroli hand lotion, and a lamb's wool hot water bottle cover. "Yeah, it looks like you covered the basics...” NecessitiesGoodiesGift Basket Book:Too Many Cooks Source: Too Many Cooks
“The two of us begin assembling pulled pork sandwiches from the ingredients in the containers, layering the jalapeño-lime slaw on top of piles of chipotle pork and capping it off with a fluffy white bun. The sandwiches are smoky and spicy, with a slight tang from the slaw, and we wash them down with hefty swigs of our full-bodied porter. Between bites, Jeremy hands me a fork and the container of Yukon gold and purple potato salad, which we pass back and forth until there is nothing left but a few scallions in a pool of mustard-laced vinaigrette.” SandwichesPicnicPotato Salad Book:A Second Bite at the Apple Source: A Second Bite at the Apple
“Do you come from a family of cooks?" I ask as I rasp the cheese against the prickly grater, trying to distract myself from the familiar smells and sounds. "Kind of. My grandma used to be an amazing cook. Her mother had emigrated from Alsace-Lorraine, so she knew how to make all of these incredible French-German dishes---curly endive salad with bacon dressing, sausages with sauerkraut, green bean stew with potatoes and bacon. When I'd come to visit for lunch, she'd make me radish sandwiches on white bread with salt and butter." "Sounds like the answer is yes, then." "Not exactly. That was my dad's mom. My mom's mom stored cereal and wine in her oven.” CookingFrenchGermanFamily Background Book:A Second Bite at the Apple Source: A Second Bite at the Apple