“It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline.”
Gabrielle Hamilton“Alone on the terrace looking up at the stars I would not feel lonely. With him glued to the screen, I feel gutted...”
Gabrielle Hamilton“[I] like to be anchored by routine, not shackled by it.”
Gabrielle Hamilton“It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline.”
Gabrielle Hamilton“I knew that I did not want to go to that juvenile diversion program because I had an intuitive sense that it would turn me irrevocably into the kind of character that I was now only rehearsing to be.”
Gabrielle Hamilton“Be careful what you get good at doin', cuz you'll be doin' it for the rest of your life.”
Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef“This is the crepe. This is the cider. This is how we live and eat.”
Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef“My parents seemed incredibly special and outrageously handsome to me then.”
Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef“How can it be, after all this concentrated effort and separation, how can it be that I still resemble, so very closely, my own detestable mother?”
Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef