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Two years ago, she flew to New York from Chicago to care for me while I recovered from a minor operation. The surgery went smoothly, and the painkillers were a delight. Later, at my apartment, I handed her a grocery list of comfort foods. Included on that list was Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup.
“I should make you some chicken noodle soup instead,” she said.
“Mom, you have never made me chicken noodle soup in your life — except from a can,” I said.
Find out what happens when my mother tries to make me chicken noodle soup in this week’s NYT Magazine Lives column.
The Latke Double Down
“I think it’s nearly impossible to write something fictional without having it be about yourself in some way or another. My book could have been about any kind of addiction. But what I think makes food more compelling than other vices is that if you have a complicated relationship with it — and this could be on either end of the spectrum, you could eat too much or too little — you have to contend with it every single day, with every meal.” Jami Attenberg, from the NYT
I’d eat it.
The pomegranate is for the black rice-shallot-liver stuffing. The cranberries are for the cranberry sauce with walnut, citrus zest and maple syrup. (“Just a whisper of maple syrup.”)