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I close my eyes to better hear the rhythmic fall of knife on wood, the slam of the garlic being crushed, and wait, almost on tenterhooks, for the sizzle of oil and to breathe deep the piquancy of shallots.

A Taste of Something Special
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Linda Acaster

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Betsy Denson
Betsy Denson

Written by Betsy Denson

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Always looking for the interesting. Incurably curious. Write a new book in my head once a month. Hopefully one will cross the finish line before I'm 80.

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