When I was younger, I read all the great food memoirs, by M.F.K. Fisher and Laurie Colwin and Julia Child and Nicolas Freeling and Ruth Reichl, and felt flooded with a sense of comfort and safety. Kate Christensen childcolwincomfort Change image and share on social
Even after he was gone, I still loved my father. I looked Norwegian, like him, with a long face, strong jaw, thin mouth, and flashing eyes. And, like him, I was verbal, easygoing, and low-key on the surface, and, deep down, proud, socially paranoid, full of self-loathing, and prone to rage at injustice. Kate Christensen deepeasygoingeye share on social
Reminded of what a diet really is, I began eating more slowly, being more conscious of when I was full. I started to enjoy my buckwheat bread with goat cheese and pureed butternut-squash soup as a response to real hunger. Kate Christensen beginbreadbuckwheat share on social
My father's grandparents came from Norway and settled in the Scandinavian bastion of Minnesota. As a little girl in Tempe, Arizona, I daydreamed about picking cloudberries by a fjord in a fresh Nordic wind. Kate Christensen arizonabastioncloudberry share on social
I wrote my first novel in eighth grade for a boy named Kenny on whom I had an unrequited crush and who sat behind me in social studies. Kate Christensen boycrusheighth Change image and share on social
Broccoli, when overboiled, produces a sulfuric stench that causes children to gag the instant they enter the house. Kate Christensen broccolichildenter Change image and share on social
Now that I'm 50 and respectably settled in New England and markedly happier and more contented than I was in my youth, I modestly hope there's time to realize some of my youthful goals before I croak, but I'll take what I can get. Kate Christensen contentcroakengland share on social
David Levi is a teacher as well as a chef, and, like most teachers, he loves to talk. Kate Christensen chefdavidlevi Change image and share on social
I remember the moment I first became aware of aging. I was 30. I looked down at my knees, and the skin above them had become a little loose. And I thought, 'And so it begins!' Kate Christensen agingawarebegin Change image and share on social
It's really hard for me, every day, to confront my writing. It never gets easier over time. Kate Christensen confrontdayeasy Change image and share on social