An eagle-eyed friend alerted me to this miscue in the paragon of style and grammar, the New Yorker. A review in the July 23,2006 Tables for Two column waxed poetic about a Brooklyn dining spot's desserts, including a "complimentary helping of flourless chocolate cake."
My life has been shaped by words.
At age three, I startled my family by reading/reciting alphabetically local streets and dazzled them by reading random words in the dictionary.
My grandmother, a self-taught English speaker, furthered my words worship by regularly giving me the Reader’s Digest feature, “Increase Your Word Power” to learn spelling and meaning.
Not surprisingly, my career is in writing words.
Spurred by the diminishing care and concern for quality in writing, I have created this blog and invite submissions to chronicle this unfortunate occurrence—and reinvigorate a disappearing craft.
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