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Before I understood food as flavor or craft, I understood it as place.The kitchens that shaped me were not show kitchens. They were working kitchens—rooms where the outside came in on muddy shoes and sun-warmed hands. Both of my grandmothers were gardeners, and their kitchens reflected that. Counters were places of transition, where something pulledContinue reading “The Kitchens That Made Me”