Liz.. so. damn. good. Wow. You're not just writing and taking a risk. You're writing with total power <-- needs to be in bold. I loved the way you took us through the growth. The food. The places.
I'm crying again, now at a noodles & noodles. These move me so much, I think because I KNOW you deeply. While I miss those Sunday night meals, I don't miss you sulking away into the night.
Yes!!! You were there for almost every one of those meals! I miss the Sunday night family dinners too, but my kitchen (and home) is a more joyful place now.
Liz.. so. damn. good. Wow. You're not just writing and taking a risk. You're writing with total power <-- needs to be in bold. I loved the way you took us through the growth. The food. The places.
Goodbye, grill. Hello, Writer/Chef Liz.
This. Thank you. With every essay, I reclaim a bit of my power. Thank you for witnessing that journey!
I'm crying again, now at a noodles & noodles. These move me so much, I think because I KNOW you deeply. While I miss those Sunday night meals, I don't miss you sulking away into the night.
Yes!!! You were there for almost every one of those meals! I miss the Sunday night family dinners too, but my kitchen (and home) is a more joyful place now.
Love the distinction btw “for” vs “with” and “a benediction passed down through generations”.
Again, Liz, it’s a delight to know your experience in black and white. Pure delight. Thank you!
You were one of the first people I cooked "with." Returning home from France to find my fridge full and dinner made was such a gift, so thank you!
absolutely beautiful! i so treasured reading this piece!
thank you Paulina! it's so lovely to hear that it resonates.