The Art of Dining.

As I was preparing the evening meal, my mind was cooking up a slew of thoughts and memories.

The woman who stood at the counter slicing fresh vegetables to mix with olive oil and a variety of spices and seasonings while waiting for the oven to reach the right temperature was not a stranger to me. She’d always been full of surprises and not one to be easily defined or predictable in nature. In actuality, she was often an enigma even to herself.

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