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The Texture of Generations

Browned liver and onions, turnips smothered in Mama’s well-seasoned black cast iron pan—these aren’t foods normally accepted by children, but I ate them doggedly, without complaint. I ate cauliflower covered with cheese and mayonnaise, a strange combination, only criticizing it … Continue reading

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