I Love Dick

by Chris Kraus

"CHICKEN MARENGO

I come over to your house witha bag of groceries in the late afternoon. It's beautiful California sunlight. I go into your kitchen and start making Chicken Marengo.

(Sautee garlic in olive oil, then add chicken for 20 minutes while cutting up onions, carrots and potatoes. When chicken's brown, add crushed tomatooes, then the vegetables, then add bay leaves, pepper...)

It's an easy kind of scene and you walk in and out. When that's all done I put it in a pot to stew. I come out and tell you it needs 45 minutes simmering. We go to bed. What else could fill the time as well? Is this the purpose of slow cooking?)" pg. 195

"All summer long Vita-Fleur made ginger-beer for her children. The recipe'd been handed down by her mother, an Anglican missionary's wife who'd spent 16 hellish years in Barbados. Give great stone jugs of ginger-beer sat outside the kitchen-garden on The Terrace: enough to last at least that many New Zealand summers." pg.246

"She serves him gefilte fish, kasha, sauted vegetables and rugelach in the tiny dining room." pg 91 



“Within minutes of arriving we trashed the whole agreement of mature neutrality we'd worked out in the sushi bar. You were flirting with me, anything seemed possible." pg. 172

“Synchronicity shudders faster than the speed of light around the world. Distant memories of food: strawberry shortcake, mashed potatoes..."
pg. 136

"Drinks were at one end of the loft; dinner at the other. David Byrne was wandering across the room as tall as a Moorish king in a magnificent fur hat. I stood next to Kenneth Broomfield at the bar and said a tentative hello; he hissed and turned away. A tight grip around the scotch-glass, standing there in my dark-green Japenese wool dress, high heels and makeup...But the look!" pg. 179