I am taking a food writing class. UC Berkley extension here in San Francisco. Great class so far - the teacher is Jeannette Ferrary. The way she teaches works well with the way I learn. She is grounded but with an optimism and excitement that is hard not to want to be near. I am reading her book - Out of the Kitchen. In the article about the Times this paragraph meant something rather special to me:
"A lot had happened since that day, a couple of decades before, when I'd felt the womanly role required me to cook that unbakeable bird. Now I could roast that turkey, and do a hell of a job of it, if I wanted to. Or I could write a story or whole book about it, if I wanted to. Or I could even ignore it. The choice was mine.
I guess that all I really wanted"