A Long Time Coming by Marian Allen “Mum! Mum!” Elgin stood on tiptoe, as if that would help a six-year-old see over the heads of adults. His mother, in the way of mothers, distinguished his voice through the hubbub and worked her way unerringly through…
CSA V. NYC by Marian Allen “The community should support agriculture, but we’re not a community. We’re just two people! What are we supposed to do with this?” Lisa held a gallon plastic bag of lettuce in each hand and could only stare at the…
Thank you, Jane, for introducing me to Regencies back in our bright college days. 🙂 This is not really about food, but it is about a food superstition. Thirteen At Table by Marian Allen Constance sat in the drawing room, glaring at her grandfather’s portrait…
