One day in March — six loaves of bread showed up. It was weird. Disorienting. But I didn't know then what I know now. Or perhaps I was in denial.
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The shitty first new york apartment is meant to be a brief period: lived, outgrown, forgotten and remembered only with shudders, years later in your mid-30s, as you marvel at the low standards of your younger self.
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If you want to protect yourself from killer spices, you should probably resist the urge to buy loose packed spices, especially in foreign countries.
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When I heard about a “Sugar Shack in the woods” 45 minutes outside of Montreal serving up French-Canadian delicacies, I jumped at the opportunity to make a trip out of it.
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Amassing vintage cookbooks is the cheapest way to time-travel. The “rules” of every decade are informal and mutable, but it is possible to perceive them if you have a big enough sample size of cookbooks.
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