Once I was half way through Alex Witchel's All Gone: A Memoir of My Mother's Dementia. With Refreshments I stopped underlining passages and moments that I wanted to remember. There were just too many. Witchel's mother, a college professor and one of the few working moms in their 1960s suburban New Jersey neighborhood, cooked more out of obligation than joy ("Del Montes was her farmer's market. Everything was in season, and syrup, all the time.") but it didn't matter. The aromas of her mom's cooking signaled a "safe harbor" for Witchel and once she began losing her bright, spirited mother to dementia, she looked to the kitchen to reclaim her. As Witchel asks, "Is there any contract tighter than a family recipe?" We are lucky to have Witchel, a longtime repoter at
The Family Recipe Contract
The Family Recipe Contract
The Family Recipe Contract
Once I was half way through Alex Witchel's All Gone: A Memoir of My Mother's Dementia. With Refreshments I stopped underlining passages and moments that I wanted to remember. There were just too many. Witchel's mother, a college professor and one of the few working moms in their 1960s suburban New Jersey neighborhood, cooked more out of obligation than joy ("Del Montes was her farmer's market. Everything was in season, and syrup, all the time.") but it didn't matter. The aromas of her mom's cooking signaled a "safe harbor" for Witchel and once she began losing her bright, spirited mother to dementia, she looked to the kitchen to reclaim her. As Witchel asks, "Is there any contract tighter than a family recipe?" We are lucky to have Witchel, a longtime repoter at