![]() ![]() And there are the takeout Italian subs she ate in her fridgeless Williamsburg apartment when she first moved to New York, as a struggling writer in a post-MFA malaise. ![]() And there's no-nonsense meals she cooked for a family during her pre-college stint au pairing at a Waldorf school in the middle of France. There's the soft-boiled egg and toast strips she's eating during one her earliest memories, when her father stops on his way out the door to savagely beat her mother. Instead, it's the story of her life, told in episodes illuminated by her relationship to food. There's no search for an exotic ingredient, no trip around the world in pursuit of the perfect bowl of anything, and no yearlong cooking project, with a neat beginning, middle, and end. ![]() Kate Christensen's new book, Blue Plate Special: An Autobiography of My Appetites, isn't your typical food memoir. ![]()
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