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The Way Our Memories Taste

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The Way Our Memories Taste

She sets the fried plantains in front of me, and my mouth immediately begins to water. Fixated on the food, I forget about the unanswered question hanging in the air between us.

Realizing the food she has spent hours cooking is already captivating me, she laughs and says, “Did you hear me?”

She wants to know what meals are like in the US, and she is curious about the value Americans place on meals and eating in general…

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The Holy Table

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The Holy Table

One of the dominant memories I have of childhood is our family dining room table. In and of itself, it was an unremarkable piece of furniture: dull, brown oval of oak perched on a nicked and scarred pedestal. I didn’t realize it then, but there was more to that table than wood, glue, and a few bolts…

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