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This is me cooking one morning
in January. I was very young
back then. And that’s fog
through the window. Real fog!

I’ve grown up with good
food and good wines.
mom says our culture
would be seriously
diminished without our
ability to integrate
food and wine into a
single aesthetic
statement. it would be
unthinkable –
like music without art,
donna without karen,
calvin without klein. ‘oh,
is that like
mac without intosh, or le
mans without
sebring?’ i asked. ‘you’ll
have to talk
to dad about sebring!’ she
sighed. (poor
mom! i always do that to
her. Must be my
austenian gift for irony.
You know – smiling
at the very wrong time!)