One of the reasons I read books as a child was to shore up my dim-but-persistent belief that somewhere out there in the world was good food, good food of a type and quality that was either being consciously denied from me in the present by insurgent agents, or whose preparation and provenance had been long since been forgotten by even our wisest men. My…
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