Susan Rebecca White
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Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?
A. In Glenna Hunter's massage hut, called Chez Bamboo, which is located behind a gorgeous old inn in Mendocino, CA. Of course I wouldn't just be *in* Chez Bamboo, I'd be lying on a heated table, being massaged with essential oils by Glenna herself, the wisest person I know.
Q. If you could eat only one thing for the rest of your days, what would it be?
A. Cheese. But I want all kinds of cheeses, from sheep, goat, and cow's milk. And maybe a little bread and quince paste to accompany them? ;)
Q. What’s your fantasy profession?
A. Owning my own restaurant.
Q. What’s your greatest fear?
A. There are two and they are both pretty irrational (I hope!): The first is being in a plane crash and the second is being falsely imprisoned for a crime I did not commit.
April 28, 2009Mother’s Day Contest My sister, Lauren Myracle, YA author extraordinaire, has a fantastic new book coming out titled Peace, Love and Baby Ducks. To celebrate its May 14th release she is running a ducky contest on her website. Check it out at http://laurenmyracle.com/blog.html. Lauren is having so much fun with her contest that I decided to run one, too…and so, (drum roll, please) to honor the mothers and daughters who live within the pages of Bound South, and to honor real-live mothers everywhere (or the memories of those mothers,) I am running a mother of a mother’s day contest, the RUTH’S RIGHTEOUS BROWNIES GIVEAWAY!! And who,... see more
November 17, 2008I have always loved to cook.
My mother swears that I successfully cracked my first egg when I was two.
At eight I’d write the grocery list, and Mom would drop me off at the A&P while she ran other errands. Ladies would watch, bemused, as I tapped one melon after another, listening for the hollow sound that is the telltale sign of ripeness.
I fixed chicken with wild mushrooms for my grandmother once when she was babysitting, writing the menu on my mother’s thick stationary and beginning the evening by offering Grandma a cocktail.
I was eleven.
During college, while my friends were... see more