When I moved from Ann Arbor to New Orleans, my packers asked me if I was a chef, because I owned so many cookbooks. I read them for research as much as I do for actual recipes, and I had about four bookcases full in my tiny office there.
That wasn’t counting the new cookbooks that floated in during the past year. Even though I donated some to the Souther…
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