This Side of the Pond
Notes from an Uprooted Englishwoman
December 2, 2021
We never have arguments about the things you’d expect in this office. It’s not current events or politics, philosophy or even sports, because that would make this a normal place to work, populated by normal people.
Last Tuesday, smack in the middle of getting the week’s issues ready for print, we had a knock-down, drag-out fight. It was about dried fruit, and for the record: I was right.
It began when your newspaper editor announced that he was planning to make a “mincemeat pie.” I think he was expecting this benign statement to be received with “oh, ok” and a waft of silence,...