It is not often that a single dish moves me to verse.
Every now and then though, we are presented with a plate upon which magic has happened. Before its arrival, somewhere unseen behind swinging doors, its ingredients were peeled, chopped, combined, and folded. They were then exposed to the sorcery of heat before being pulled free of the inferno. The res…
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