|Location||SoCal, United States|
|Introduction||Carolyn Blount Brodersen is a nonfiction writer, foodie, poet, and award-winning blogger. She lived for five years in Japan, where she sang jazz, narrated car commercials, taught English, and wreaked all kinds of havoc. When not devising strategies to change the world, she devotes the rest of her time to thinking about food. "Well–behaved women seldom make history." —Laurel Thatcher Ulrich|
|Interests||Food, international travel, Japan, food, sewing, food, 20th century composers, food, fashion, modern art and graphic design, food, creative nonfiction, poetry, and food.|
|Favorite Movies||Like Water for Chocolate|
|Favorite Music||Flamenco guitar, the Romantics (Ravel, Debussy, Dvorak), Celtic harp, Kiri Te Kenawa, Bryn Terfel, O'Carolan, hammered dulcimer, African pop, Brazilian pop, Chopin piano concertos, Bartok, and Stravinsky.|
|Favorite Books||Crescent by Diana Abu-Jaber, Exultant by Stephen Baxter|
You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?
The girl holds the jar and imagines moths in cedars. The woody scent—the extravagance of what her mother left—a reminder of life with trees.