roast chicken. As far as I can tell this is their one concession they make to being Jewish. Try the chicken. It is that good…
So Monday, through Thursday Ina is enjoying cocktail parties, dinners, gallery openings, clam bakes, card parties and cookouts with her chic friends sans Jeffery. Ina always does the food at these gatherings, of course. Sometimes she partners with a friend. She talks about how great it is that she didn’t have to do all the work but, in fact, the friend brought napkins or wine.
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On occasion, you can find a reference to her being Jewish – roast chicken on Friday night. The other day she mentioned how they didn’t eat pork in her home growing up. So I glean that at some point she strayed from her faith, or maybe she never really had any. Perhaps she regrets this. As it stands now, Ina hasn’t met a fish, clam, mussel, shrimp or crustacean she doesn’t love cook. She has many pork loin recipes. And she’s the one who taught me how to cook bacon in the oven for crying out loud (one of the best things to know). I can’t comprehend a life entirely without pork. Being a good Christian girl from the South I can, and at time I’m obligated, to use pork at all three meals. It’s in our DNA.
So Ina, here’s to you! Since I can’t be you, I hope we can meet at your fabulous home in the fabulous Hamptons at one of your fabulous parties and drink your fabulous wine. Or maybe we can get you to bring your fabulousness to the South!