Ruth Reichl

I just finished reading Garlic and Sapphires, a memoir by Ruth Reichl. (In case that title looks a bit familiar to you, Ms. Reichl borrowed the phrase from a poem by T. S. Eliot called Burnt Norton. The phrase goes: “Garlic and sapphires in the mud/Clot the bedded axle-tree./The trilling wire in the blood/Sings below …