<p>My father's signature meal. After he got sober and changed jobs, my mother started working two nights a week at a halfway house. Dad and I took turns making dinner but neither of us were particularly skilled in the kitchen, but we liked what we ate. </p>

My father's signature meal. After he got sober and changed jobs, my mother started working two nights a week at a halfway house. Dad and I took turns making dinner but neither of us were particularly skilled in the kitchen, but we liked what we ate.

<p>My father's signature meal.&nbsp;After he got sober and changed jobs, my mother started working two nights a week at a halfway house. Dad and I took turns making dinner but neither of us were particularly skilled in the kitchen, but we liked what we ate.&nbsp;</p>

Scrambled Eggs with Pepperoni

Two Chocolate Cakes, A Culinary Memoir follows the writer from one of her earliest family memories—making a scratch chocolate cake with a purloined recipe for her father’s birthday, a cake he would never eat on his birthday because he would be passed out drunk before the sun would set, to another chocolate cake, made by strangers but sent by friends, some 40 years later, and all the culinary and emotional layers in between those moments.

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Two Chocolate Cakes, A Culinary Memoir follows the writer from one of her earliest family memories—making a scratch chocolate cake with a purloined recipe for her father’s birthday, a cake he would never eat on his birthday because he would be passed out drunk before the sun would set, to another chocolate cake, made by strangers but sent by friends, some 40 years later, and all the culinary and emotional layers in between those moments. Become a Patron!

Two Chocolate Cakes, A Culinary Memoir follows the writer from one of her earliest family memories—making a scratch chocolate cake with a purloined recipe for her father’s birthday, a cake he would never eat on his birthday because he would be passed out drunk before the sun would set, to another chocolate cake, made by strangers but sent by friends, some 40 years later, and all the culinary and emotional layers in between those moments.

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