Acacías At 25, I was living on Race Street in a high-rise loft, spending a lot of time in the kitchen slicing off the tips of my fingers. It’s a period of time I like to call Fish University because I was obsessed––completely obsessed––with fish cookery. This was before culinary school or the restaurant, so I […]
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When she was eight, my sister wanted to marry a man named Jack and — since that name was already taken — I settled for the guy on the Folger’s commercial. (As it turns out 15 years later, she and her husband, Matt, named their son Jack. And when I discovered the guy in the […]
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