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- A Short History
It’s 1987, and I am a very small, half-Chinese Martha Stewart. For Christmas, I’ve given everybody hand-made, staple-bound books of seasonal jokes and word puzzles (editor: me; difficulty: none). Hand-written in black ballpoint and illustrated in three highlighter colours, they’re ragged where I got impatient tearing off the perforated printer tracks. I have some […]
- Dinner At My House
I didn’t grow up in a family that “entertained”.
I’m very pleased for Colette Rossant and Diana Abu-Jaber, whose picturesque childhoods were filled with fat, nurturing women and fragrant hearths, where food was at once emotional sustenance, cultural identity and the mortar that cemented family life. But I, for one, had a mother who had a […]
