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Cary Bradley's avatar

Love, love, love this piece. Having grown up in a big boisterous extended family where holidays were gatherings of often 30 or more, moving 3000 miles from home to retire makes holidays bittersweet. Cooking with Ghosts comforts me and reminds me to hold my ghosts close. Thank you for your new newsletter; I've missed you being at the LA Times, LOVED Save Me the Plums, and am giddy that you're offering yourself here, for now. Mine is a grateful heart!!!

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I’m having tea with Ruth’s mom as we speak. She says Ruth was always a good girl and she is very proud of her, within limits. She says Ruth is an excellent cook notwithstanding her insisting on overcooking the turkey for days until it is dry as a bone. She tried to teach her to soak the turkey overnight, rub margarine under the skin and fill the cavity with lemons (just regular lemons, not the fancy ones that her so-called friends use). She never said to cook a turkey for an hour. Ruth exaggerates. But three hours is plenty and any more is a waste of electricity. These kids. Berkley! And why couldn’t she leave perfectly good jewelry alone? It’s like she always says, if it isn’t broken, why fix it? But what is she going to do? She doesn’t want to rule from Beyond. Sit up straight Ruth and would it hurt you to put a comb through your hair? Again, she is very proud.

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