February 2012
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There are times in life when you know exactly what is it you want. I’m not talking about dreams, or life-altering decisions here. I’m talking about moments, mere hours.
It’s Friday. And what I want tonight is a long, leisurely meal in a small trattoria thick with bursts of laughter and the scent of rosemary. I’m trying to focus on the menu, trying to put my meal together course by course,...