this touched me very deeply and I wished for a way to give you back a tiny bit of this. I used to wait tables in NYC and other places and the one thing I know is, some chefs like to write cookbooks.
it turns out the chefs at Huertas are amongst them.
the name of the book is The New Spanish: Bites, Feasts, and Drinks by Nate Adler and Jonah Miller.
maybe at some point, someone could cook some of these recipes and give back that moment where taste and smell bring memory back. and maybe someday your daughter can hear the stories of this place and taste the food as well.
That's beautiful, Beth. I think of you and Jake often. In our house, it's me that does all the writing. I want to get it all down while I still can. I had a bit of a setback a couple of weeks ago and now my wife and kids are reluctant to leave me on my own in case it's the last time. We can talk about the aftertimes now too. It's hard but it seems kinder than pretending that they won't come.
I too feel the longing for a home to which I cannot return. We lived in Manhattan for two years in the 90s and I made it back one time — on my own — about 20 years later and it had changed so much, though it was just the same. My wife would like to go back to visit now but I would never get the travel insurance.
For me, the biggest call comes from the seaside towns I used to visit with my family as a kid. I'd like to see them one more time.
Writing, talking and thinking about the after times is important. My husband couldn’t do that and after he died I so wish he had been able to. It’s a beautiful column
❤️ ohhh that last paragraph...this is a beautiful piece, Bess. Thank you. Bearing witness to all you and Jake are journeying through and sending love and best wishes.
Love this: 'Proust had his madeleines. I’d have my tapas.' I have pieces of classical music for Dad.
In my case, there are places I've chosen not to revisit from my nostalgic past because I know the spirit of the place has irrevocably changed— I can keep the memory, the love, intact and unspoilt.
this touched me very deeply and I wished for a way to give you back a tiny bit of this. I used to wait tables in NYC and other places and the one thing I know is, some chefs like to write cookbooks.
it turns out the chefs at Huertas are amongst them.
the name of the book is The New Spanish: Bites, Feasts, and Drinks by Nate Adler and Jonah Miller.
maybe at some point, someone could cook some of these recipes and give back that moment where taste and smell bring memory back. and maybe someday your daughter can hear the stories of this place and taste the food as well.
There is even a recipe for red vermouth in it.
I didn’t realize he had a cookbook! That’s wonderful, thank you for letting me know. I will Definitely get a copy.
Lovely!
Nothing to say, but I'm following your journey.
That's beautiful, Beth. I think of you and Jake often. In our house, it's me that does all the writing. I want to get it all down while I still can. I had a bit of a setback a couple of weeks ago and now my wife and kids are reluctant to leave me on my own in case it's the last time. We can talk about the aftertimes now too. It's hard but it seems kinder than pretending that they won't come.
I too feel the longing for a home to which I cannot return. We lived in Manhattan for two years in the 90s and I made it back one time — on my own — about 20 years later and it had changed so much, though it was just the same. My wife would like to go back to visit now but I would never get the travel insurance.
For me, the biggest call comes from the seaside towns I used to visit with my family as a kid. I'd like to see them one more time.
Writing, talking and thinking about the after times is important. My husband couldn’t do that and after he died I so wish he had been able to. It’s a beautiful column
❤️ ohhh that last paragraph...this is a beautiful piece, Bess. Thank you. Bearing witness to all you and Jake are journeying through and sending love and best wishes.
Love this: 'Proust had his madeleines. I’d have my tapas.' I have pieces of classical music for Dad.
In my case, there are places I've chosen not to revisit from my nostalgic past because I know the spirit of the place has irrevocably changed— I can keep the memory, the love, intact and unspoilt.