In the fall of 2009, the food world was rocked when Gourmet magazine was abruptly shuttered by its parent company. No one was more stunned by this unexpected turn of events than its beloved editor in chief, Ruth Reichl, who suddenly faced an uncertain professional future. As she struggled to process what had seemed unthinkable, Reichl turned to the one place that had always provided sanctuary. “I did what I always do when I’m confused, lonely, or frightened,” she writes. “I disappeared into the kitchen.”
My Kitchen Year
Delicious! A novel
Billie Breslin has traveled far from her home in California to take a job at Delicious!, New York’s most iconic food magazine. Away from her family, particularly her older sister, Genie, Billie feels like a fish out of water—until she is welcomed by the magazine’s colorful staff. She is also seduced by the vibrant downtown food scene, especially by Fontanari’s, the famous Italian food shop where she works on weekends. Then Delicious! is abruptly shut down, but Billie agrees to stay on in the empty office, maintaining the hotline for reader complaints in order to pay her bills.
For You, Mom, Finally.
This is the paperback version of Not Becoming My Mother. Why did we change the title? Long story. But everybody loved this picture of me and Mom. She looks so glamorous (and I look so chubby).
Garlic and Sapphires
Romulo Yanes shot this cover in the studio at Gourmet. I loved the idea of being present, but hidden. And I loved the bright colors. I mean, with a title like that it had to be blue, right?
Comfort Me with Apples: More Adventures at the Table
This picture was taken in Spain in the last 80s, when I went with a group of chefs to show the world how great American cooking had become. (The publisher added the background.)
Tender at the Bone
That really is me on the cover. I wish I could remember what I was cooking when my father snapped this picture in 1955.
Mmmmm… a feastiary
I wrote this book in 1971, when I was living in a loft on the corner of Rivington and the Bowery (at the time a pretty scary neighborhood). When I couldn’t find a job I liked my friend Pat said, “You’re such a good cook. Why don’t you write a cookbook?”