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When I was a kid, I was sure my parents had me only so I did the chores they didn’t want to do themselves. Like going out for bread on a Sunday morning. “Yulyosha, can you run out and get…
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In the past year I barely cooked anything new. When I did it was mainly in summer, those three wonderful months when farmer’s markets were overflowing with freshly dug out goodness, when the stove was mostly off giving way to…
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It’s been eight months since I’ve had a slice of bread, a piece of cake, or pancakes. Wait, that’s not quite right. I did eat bread made with almond flour, the cheese part of a cheesecake and buckwheat crepes. What…
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Cooking other people’s recipes is a joy. Because once you make it, it feels almost like the amazing result belongs to you wholly. You were the one who went out and did groceries. You peeled, and washed, and cut, and…
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Writing about the best food I’ve had in a year has become a December ritual. It feels good to sit down and reminisce on all the beautiful places I was lucky enough to visit and the amazing food I tried…
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