WHO CAN TELL the weight of love? In anticipation of Valentine’s Day, I spent some time reflecting on this profound question, and my answer has been published today as part of a feature over at Leite’s Culinaria. I’m thrilled that my writing was selected for inclusion by David Leite and the new deputy editor of Leite’s Culinaria, Renee Schettler Rossi: they are food writers and editors for whom I have the utmost respect. It’s also kind of nice that you’ll find my piece right after the “declarations of kitchen love” written by Clotilde Dusoulier of Chocolate and Zucchini and David Lebovitz of Living the Sweet Life in Paris.
Following is an excerpt. For the full story, please skip over to the feature, Ode to a Microplane, at Leite’s Culinaria.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone.
Our coupling in the kitchen was never meant to be. He, a Frenchman with a love of his mother’s metric-system recipes. I, an American raised to recite the number of ounces in a pound, married already to a set of dry-measure cups. We wanted to feed each other aphrodisiac-laced meals cooked in collaboration. We’d pour champagne and preheat the oven. But metrics are from Mars, measuring cups from Venus. . . .
Read the continuation here.
