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Relish knisley5/8/2023 When Lucy’s birthday rolls around, Mom doesn’t bring cupcakes to school for all her classmates she brings a crème brulée the size of a manhole cover, and captivates the kids with the blowtorch. Occasionally a chef hands her a profiterole. Little Lucy plays on the floors of the restaurant kitchens where mom works. The elder Knisley catered parties in upstate New York, cheesemongered at the original Dean and DeLuca, and hosted an annual Easter feast for fellow chefs, bakers, restaurateurs, and caterers that was an orgy of farm-fresh, epicurean treats.Īs described in Knisley’s thoroughly charming, book-length comic, the mother-and-daughter’s foodie adventures are enviable. What makes Knisley (below), the author of the graphic-novel memoir Relish: My Life in the Kitchen, a bit different is that her godfather is a restaurant critic, her uncle ran a gourmet food shop, and her mom was a foodie through-and-through. Just to see how high you could get and if you would live. Or perhaps you poured Pixy Stix –refined sugar, with additional sugar –into your mouth two at a time. (They are good, though, right?) Maybe your mom was the neighborhood cookie queen, effortlessly baking batch after batch of sweets and letting you lick the rubber spatula. Maybe as a child you nicked the bottle of Flintstones vitamins and devoured them all like she did. We all have “food memories” like Lucy Knisley’s.
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