Earlier today I caught part of a discussion on memoir writing on Talk of the Nation*, a program I sometimes tune into on NPR. While some points of advice seemed sager than others, what really stuck with me was the mediator Marion Roach Smith’s insistence that for memoir writing to ring true in any format, one must check their embellishments; a good story, told well, is intriguing enough. Forever the self-conscious writer, I re-read my nine blog entries to date, and found that as a small but growing collection, this blog reads as a diary of a
reformed reforming picky eater.
*Is it just me, or do you as well find this program very hit or miss? I suppose it’s to be expected when a show relies so heavily on audience participation. I often find myself puzzled and astounded by the broad range of call-in commentaries ranging from brilliant to close-minded.
I am an unabashed gluten fiend. Few things are more appetizing to me than a chewy piece of foccacia fresh from the oven or a slice of cherry pie with a perfectly flaky pie crust; both of which are difficult to achieve without gluten’s springy web-like structure. Shocking exactly no one, I go through far more than my fair share of flour in an average month. Yet despite my steady long-term relationship with this white powdery demon, I find myself frequently craving these flourless chocolate walnut cookies.