“The room filled with the smell of warming butter and sugar and lemon and eggs, and at five, the timer buzzed and… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“What I taste, I said, reading from my page, is what I remember from my last Dorito, plus the chemicals that are… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“In the evenings, my father and I ate dinner quietly in front of the TV together. Wednesday night, Thursday. Frozen dinners I'd… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My birthday cake was her latest project because it was not from a mix but instead built from scratch- the flour, the… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“I loved my dish towel. This one was two-toned, and had, on one side, stitchings of fat purple roses on a lavender… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My soup arrived. Crusted with cheese, golden at the edges. The waiter placed it carefully in front of me, and I broke… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“On the kitchen counter, she'd set out the ingredients: Flour bag, sugar box, two brown eggs nestled in the grooves between tiles.… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My mouth- always so active, alert- could now generally identify forty of fifty states in the produce or meat I ate. I… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My favorite of all was still the place on Vermont, the French cafe, La Lyonnaise, that had given me the best onion… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My birthday is in March, and that year it fell during an especially bright spring week, vivid and clear in the narrow… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“I started in our neighborhood, buying a pastrami burrito at Oki Dog and a deluxe gardenburger at Astro Burger and matzoh-ball soup… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
