Over the years, I have never been shy in this space when it comes to maligning my late mother’s contribution to the family Thanksgiving: a broccoli mold. Imagine a Bundt cake that looked and smelled like dog vomit. It was inedible, and yet many of us ate it because we loved my mother. (Apparently, not […]
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Once again this coming Thursday, a great many American families will gather together in their dining rooms and raise their glasses or say a prayer of thanks that among the plenty on the table before them is nothing made of broccoli and Jell-O. I have nothing against either broccoli or Jell-O, but as conscientious readers […]
