Saturday, September 11, 2010
Before you know it
Somewhere, a woman named Corentine is serving leeks vinaigrette for dinner. It’s been ten years, but I know it.Corentine was my host mother in Paris, the year that I was 21 and studying abroad. She had the most magnificent name I had ever heard and something a little Jane Birkin, just a little, about her looks. Whenever someone asks me how I learned to cook or how I got into food, I usually
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