If Memory Serves chronicles moments from my dining past, perhaps explaining what’s wrong with me. God how I despise pickled beets. You know, those slices of bright magenta mush that come from a can…or ...
If Memory Serves chronicles moments from my dining past, perhaps explaining what’s wrong with me. Every year around the holidays, my mom sends a tin of what she calls “Secret Toffee.” Actually, I ...
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