Thinking about
the Ephron Sisters

The Ephron sisters optioned two of my books several years ago, which inspired their off- Broadway hit, “Love, Loss, and What I Wore.” This was truly amazing since I have never inspired anyone, especially my family, particularly my children.

I, too, have a sister. Like me, she lives in New Jersey. But unlike me, she makes one hell of a brisket. I use the same Lipton Onion Soup packet, the same Heinz ketchup as she does. It must be my oven. But I digress.

The Ephron sisters liked to cook (I wonder if they made brisket) even though they ate out a lot. Once when I had lunch with the Ephron sisters, they talked about how great heirloom tomatoes were. I keep quiet. Never heard of heirloom tomatoes. The Jersey tomato I know about.

If you ask me (which few people do, particularly my children), nothing tastes great anymore. They make food look great—presentation is supposed to be as important as taste but I don’t think so. It’s like those New York restaurants that I don’t go to where they rate the décor as much as the food. Who eats décor? And the noise level? if you’ve been married a long time, the noise is good. It makes it impossible to talk to your husband and you’ve already said everything to each other years ago anyway.

But a few weeks later I was at the A&P and I saw some weirdly colored things that looked like tomato rejects that should have been on the day- old table. The sign said heirloom tomatoes and they cost a lot more than Jerseys. I didn’t buy them. Heirlooms are for Daughters of the American Revolution people. I’m a granddaughter of Ellis Island people. But I digress.

The Ephron sisters knew exactly what to order in a restaurant even before they look at a menu. I always keep the waiter/waitress standing there until I decide between one of the dozen chicken dishes that are on every menu in New Jersey when what I really want is a hot dog with mustard and sauerkraut. But I digress.

At Nora’s memorial service, one of her recipes was inserted in each guest’s program. I got Nora’s recipe for an Egg Mold. Here it is:

THE EGG MOLD THING

Oil a ring mold with vegetable oil

18 eggs

1 stick butter, melted

½ cup Hellman’s mayo

red or black caviar (optional

Place eggs in a large pot, cover with water, and bring to boil. Turn off heat and cover for 20 minutes. Test an egg before you drain and run cold water over the eggs. Shell Put the eggs into the Cuisinart and cut them into little pieces. Put in a bowl. Pour butter over them, add enough mayo to bind. Spoon into ring mold and chill 4 hours, or overnight. Unmold by running a sharp knife around the eggs and turning the mold bottom side up onto a round platter. Cover with caviar, if you can afford it, or just fill the center of the ring with watercress. Serve with party rye and pumpernickel.

The Ephron sisters always wore black. I wear black too. But you would never mistake me for them even on a dark night. They wear pants that fit. I buy pants that I can fit into.

I once bought a pair of black leather (faux leather) pants size 10 that were on sale at a vintage (second hand store) on Rt. 22 for $10 (25% off if you’re a senior and shop on Thursday and I am and did) that I couldn’t fit into. Wouldn’t you buy them for $10 especially since they had a designer label even though it was cut out– but I could tell. I thought that one day I’ll fit into them. They’ve been hanging in the back of my closet—unworn– for 15 years. I still have hope. But I digress.

The Ephron sisters said their mother always told them everything was copy. What I remember my mother always telling me was to eat, eat, eat because I was too thin when I was a child. Hard to believe! I could have fit into those leather pants if I didn’t listen to my mother.

The Ephron sisters were very happily married. I once asked Nora what was the secret of her happy marriage. She said, “Marry an Italian.” I wish I’d know that earlier. The Ephron sisters always looked very put together. I think they did a lot of maintenance—hair, skin, workouts. I don’t even do maintenance on my house which really needs it, although some days when I look in the mirror I need it more than a new kitchen floor. But I digress.

The Ephron sisters never digressed. They always knew. Even though my royalties barely had a comma, I was thrilled to know the Ephron sisters and couldn’t believe that I inspired them. They inspired me.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about the Ephron sisters today. It’s not a memorial day, birthday, or any day special— just Friday. Fridays I usually think about Saturday—will we go into the city, drive or take the bus, have dim sum in Chinatown or deli at Ben’s, a museum or a movie? But I digress.

Delia was lucky to have had Nora as a sister and Nora was lucky to have had Delia as her sister. And I’m lucky to have my sister and her brisket.

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Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)