COOK YOUR BEST
Oct 06, 2020
2 minutes
DAN SOUZA
’m sitting at the big table in the kitchen of my childhood home. There’s a cloth draped over the surface, but you’d be hard-pressed to tell—nearly every inch is home to a platter, plate, cruet, boat, or glass filled with something delicious. The air is all butter, onions, and roasted meat, but I can’t smell any of it, having spent the whole morning in that kitchen
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