![]() ![]() He is wearing loose pajamas, and the strand of hair he combs over his bald spot stands straight up. My father, a sweet and accommodating person, shuffles sleepily down the hall. But Dad and I are good sleepers, and when the sounds of martial music have no effect she barges into the bedroom and shakes my father awake. Have a nice day.” Right now she is the only one awake, but she is getting impatient for the day to begin and she cranks WQXR up a little louder on the radio, hoping that the noise will rouse everyone else. ![]() ![]() My mother has been making breakfast-a major meal in our house, one where we sit down to fresh orange juice every morning, clink our glasses as if they held wine, and toast each other with “Cheerio. On the table is a basket of rye bread, an entire coffee cake, a few cheeses, a platter of cold cuts. Coffee is bubbling in an electric percolator. It is a modest apartment in Greenwich Village. Imagine a New York City apartment at six in the morning. This year, forget the vase-use your Mother’s Day bouquets in these recipes instead.These updated versions of classic comfort foods are just like mom’s, except better.A recipe for corned beef ham from Reichl’s mother.Meet Ruth Reichl as she promotes her new book, Not Becoming My Mother. ![]()
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