Thursday, March 25, 2010
I've been holding a little secret under my hat for the past few weeks.
Most everyone in the local bibliophile world knows Molly Wizenburg is coming to Tulsa next week. She'll be at the Community Food Bank of Eastern Oklahoma, at 1304 N. Kenosha (click here for a map), on Thursday, April 1, to talk about her book, A Homemade Life.
What few people know is that I get to introduce her.
Which is hilarious, really. This Oklahoma-born, award-winning blogger and author, she needs no introduction. Even so, I was asked to get up and say a few words.
In my introduction I want to mention what first brought me to the blog Orangette. I want to talk about which recipe of Molly's I first made in my very own kitchen, about how I felt as I read and cooked my way through A Homemade Life.
And I've been thinking that I might talk about poop a little. I'd be dishonest not to, and you'll find out why at the book signing.
I hope Molly doesn't mind.
If you'd like to meet Molly and hear what she has to say about food and life (read: a lot of beautiful, funny, poignant things), don't miss this event. It starts at 7 p.m., and all you need to get in are at least two canned food items for a donation to our host, CFBEO. Copies of Molly's book will be available for purchase at the event.
Or, you could win one of two free copies, thanks to BookSmart Tulsa.
Here's what you do to enter:
1. Head to the comments section of this post.
2. Share with us one of your most cherished food memories.
3. Submit the comment before Sunday, March 28, at 4 p.m.
That's it! Easy, huh?
I'd like to start, if y'all don't mind.
I went to lots of camps when I was a kid. At the end of the last day of summer camp one year my grandfather picked me up in his candy-apple-red, 1948 Mercury Convertible. We headed home, chrome gleaming the entire way, to start supper. He'd already taught me how to peel potatoes without a peeler and how to brown hamburger. But that day we picked apples from a tree near the garage where he kept his classic cars, and together we made dozens of these small, fried apple pies. I'm sure my grandma didn't know what she'd do with so many pies, but I'll never forget that afternoon I spent in my grandparents' kitchen with my Papa, folding and frying pie after pie after pie. And sampling a few, of course.
Now you try.
See you at the signing. Don't forget your canned food items. You might want to pack an extra hanky, too. You'll need it if you shake hands with me. My palms get a bit slick when I get to introduce the blogger behind what the London Times deemed as the best food blog in the world.
Portrait photo by Kyle Johnson.