Sometime in the 1970s, my mother began cooking Chinese food. This happened after my father died. I do not recall a single instance of her serving anything beyond classic American food to him, except possibly for Swedish meatballs in a copper chafing dish at one of their cocktail parties.
But when he was gone, she spread her culinary wings, and one reason…
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