Mushroom Soup: Loss, Harry, Gratitude

Way back in the middle 1970s, I cooked in a restaurant. I was a pretty good cook, having had the dubious distinction of being the only one who could be in the kitchen when  Dad was doing his cyclone-like chef act. Dad had learned to cook by “stealing with his eyes”, as he said, watching […]

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