November 2010
6 posts
Bright Enough to See Your Face In
Twice a year she polished “the old silver.” This was a ceremony that demanded towels spread out at one end of the table, basins of soapy water and clear water, many soft cloths, the squat jar of polis, and, lined up for exacting treatment, things we lived with day by day and never looked at: the teapot hardy any company was grand enough to merit, napkin rings (only two: the...
“It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order....”
– Ernest Hemingway
“If you need to present your waiter with a spreadsheet of ingredients you...”
