This is quickly becoming one of the most interesting Substacks I'm subscribed to. There's always been something unique about the juxtaposition of the personal with the practical when it comes to food blogs, but your stories are especially intimate, harrowing, and poignant. I'm not sure if I'll ever regularly get into these recipes, but I'm for sure strapped in for the stories.
P.S.: I'm glad this is written in the past tense. I hope you never again settle for someone who speaks to you as unkindly as your partner did in this memory.
For some bizarre reason, I never realized your Boston Burb was WESTON. The same place Fred's parents lived. No wonder you were miserable....but the recipe is very, very comforting.
This is all very dark. I get it. I spent forty plus years in Manhattan and loved it, but when we were evicted and landed in Lakeville, CT, I found out I'm adaptable to non-urban life so long as I can get back to it about once a month. Which I do.
Even today, the life you describe in the burbs back then is super attractive for a startling number of highly educated women who, after having their 2.3 kids, learning which after-school soccer team is best for Johnny, and finding a regular manicurist, end up unabashedly supporting Trump.
Ann, This is so interesting, the dynamics of a NYC sophist displaced and trapped into middle class suburbia, with the expectations of a conventional (traditional) marriage . You were lucky to have escaped. It would only have become more unbearable with time.
This is quickly becoming one of the most interesting Substacks I'm subscribed to. There's always been something unique about the juxtaposition of the personal with the practical when it comes to food blogs, but your stories are especially intimate, harrowing, and poignant. I'm not sure if I'll ever regularly get into these recipes, but I'm for sure strapped in for the stories.
P.S.: I'm glad this is written in the past tense. I hope you never again settle for someone who speaks to you as unkindly as your partner did in this memory.
For some bizarre reason, I never realized your Boston Burb was WESTON. The same place Fred's parents lived. No wonder you were miserable....but the recipe is very, very comforting.
Will try the recipe. Should be delicious.
Enjoyed the essay plus the remarks about urbanites!
Magda
Death by Suburbia. I had 30 years of it in two doses. Connecticut and Delaware 😒Now single and safe in Key West 🥰
This is all very dark. I get it. I spent forty plus years in Manhattan and loved it, but when we were evicted and landed in Lakeville, CT, I found out I'm adaptable to non-urban life so long as I can get back to it about once a month. Which I do.
Even today, the life you describe in the burbs back then is super attractive for a startling number of highly educated women who, after having their 2.3 kids, learning which after-school soccer team is best for Johnny, and finding a regular manicurist, end up unabashedly supporting Trump.
Nice switching tho 😂😂😂😂🧘♂️
Delicious--both the gnocchi recipe and the memoir!
Ann, This is so interesting, the dynamics of a NYC sophist displaced and trapped into middle class suburbia, with the expectations of a conventional (traditional) marriage . You were lucky to have escaped. It would only have become more unbearable with time.
With you all the way regarding married life with Mr. Landi! Funny too after all these years. Nice gnocchi recipe! Cheers Ann!
No problem. I learned how to pronounce it in Argentina: ñoqui!
Thanks, with your good writing, of helping me get back to life after Covid. Keep it us!
Now I feel brave to try that pasta!
Yes, once a New Yorker we are New Yorkers
Forever!