After The Betrayal

I waited until the kids had gone to school. Then I got the bag of rice out of the cupboard, poured some into the mortar and started pounding it with the pestle. Rice was flying everywhere, spraying across the table and floor and onto my feet. But I lent in, hunched over, head down and […]

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A Question for my Old Boss

Dear Mark, with reference to your recent interview, are you sure the craziest thing you ever saw in one of your restaurants was seeing a diner put tabasco on a white truffle risotto? (a private party seeing who could sit their naked buttocks in the ice tray for the longest slipped your mind then?)

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