Immersed in cookery, I found that deeply sunk childhood memories had begun to bubble up to the surface. Recollections of the pleasant-but-basic cooking of our hired cooks in Pasadena came back to me - the big hams or gray roast beef served with buttery mashed potatoes. But then, unexpectedly, so did yet deeper memories of more elegant meals prepared in a grand manner by accomplished cooks when I was just a girl - such as wonderfully delicate and sauced fish. As a child I had barely noticed these real cooks, but now their faces and their food suddenly came back to me in vivid detail. Funny how memory works.
I wouldn't *exactly* call this a page-turner, but if you can devote some time and concentration to it, it will reward you. It took me at least three sections before I stopped hearing her duck voice narrating the story.
I wouldn't *exactly* call this a page-turner, but if you can devote some time and concentration to it, it will reward you. It took me at least three sections before I stopped hearing her duck voice narrating the story.
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