My mother has been making breakfast-a major meal in our house, one where we sit down to fresh orange juice every morning, clink our glasses as if they held wine, and toast each other with "Cheerio. On the table is a basket of rye bread, an entire coffee cake, a few cheeses, a platter of cold cuts. Coffee is bubbling in an electric percolator. It is a modest apartment in Greenwich Village. After all, this is just a taste.Tender at the Bone is a remembrance of Ruth Reichl's childhood into young adulthood, redolent with the atmosphere, good humor, and angst of a sensualist coming-of-age.From the Hardcover edition.Imagine a New York City apartment at six in the morning. But this sampling doesn't do this character-rich book justice. Then we are introduced to Monsieur du Croix, the gourmand, who so understood and yet was awed by this prodigious child at his dinner table that when he introduced Ruth to the souffle, he could only exclaim, "What a pleasure to watch a child eat her first souffle!" Then, fast-forward to the politically correct table set in Berkeley in the 1970s, and the food revolution that Ruth watched and participated in as organic became the norm. Peavey, onetime Baltimore socialite millionaress, who, for a brief but poignant moment, was retained as the Reichls' maid.
The journey begins with Reichl's mother, the notorious food-poisoner known for-evermore as the Queen of Mold, and moves on to the fabled Mrs. In other words, the stuff of the best literature. if you watched people as they ate, you could find out who they were." Tender at the Bone is the story of a life determined, enhanced, and defined in equal measure by unforgettable people, the love of tales well told, and a passion for food. For, at a very early age, Reichl discovered that "food could be a way of making sense of the world. It is in this setting that Ruth Reichl's brilliantly written memoir takes its form. For better or worse, almost all of us grow up at the table.
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