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Hungry for Words? We are, too.

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The fruits of Copygate 2013.

Last week, I turned in my third book to Viking/Penguin! They haven’t said they hate it or fired me or whatever the equivalent would be for an author.

After months of writing, editing and recipe testing, I had just enough time for a brief celebratory sigh before moving on to Copygate 2013, the name my assistant Marianne coined for the heroic effort it took to put together massive binders for a weekend-long writing workshop. Somewhere around page 500–with the copy machine’s mechanic lullaby persuading me to near-sleep–a part of me thought, “Why did I schedule this workshop so close to my book deadline?”

But after leading the Hungry for Words writing course, I was reminded of two things: One, how much I love to teach.  (I hadn’t led a weekend-long class since 2010.) Two, how quickly complimentary wine and cheese disappears in a room with a bunch of food-obsessed writers.

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The aforementioned food-obsessed, a lovely bunch.

You can read more about how it went over at wine writer Jameson Fink’s blog. Or check out the Hungry for Words page here.

If this sounds like the kind of thing you’d be interested in, I have a couple Hungry for Words weekends coming up, one on the east coast in Washington D.C., another in Seattle this September and a third in the works for next January in sunny Florida. Massive binders full of food writing and afternoon wine and cheese included.

Politics & Prose/The Writer’s Center, Washington, D.C.
June 22-23 Register Online

Richard Hugo House, Seattle
Sept. 28-29 (email to be notified of registration)

Anna Maria Island, Florida
January 2014 (email to be put on the list)

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Recipes by Radio

BettyMonaswebAnother story from the upcoming book. This one, about the voice that reminds me of my childhood. The last I heard, she was retired and living in Arizona.

Every morning when my mother wasn’t working, she’d park in front of our radio and listen to “Party Line,” later “The Betty Clarke Show” on WFDF-AM in Flint. The host was a folksy, pragmatic woman from Flint’s sister city, Hamilton, Ontario. Her real name was Betty Monas, but the station management prompted her to come up with something more memorable. In the 1950s and ‘60s, the show focused on household hints and recipes, the usual fodder of “women’s show” material back in the day. At least once during her show, she’d offer a recipe by reading  through the ingredients list, pausing to allow enough time for the listener to write it down before moving onto the next item on the list. Literally, it was “One cup of sugar” (pause) “One teaspoon baking powder” (pause) “One teaspoon salt.”

My mother would sit at our kitchen table and sit listening to the show, pen in hand. She’d write down her tips for removing stains, gardening or saving money on groceries. But mainly, she waited for the recipes. They weren’t fancy. Dump-and-stir cakes, casseroles, variations on meatloaf, that sort of thing. But every so often, she’d introduce listeners to some culinary novelty, such as risotto or stir fry. When such situations arose, she’d go to The Flint Library to research items such as “soy sauce” since listeners in Michigan weren’t likely to be familiar with such culinary oddities.

In the 1970s, a listener survey discovered she had as many male listeners as women, a surprise to everyone involved with the show. The station restructured her program to include guests who took on more broad topics, stretching to include discussion of news and politics, sometimes inviting the mayor of Flint on as a guest. She also became the official spokesperson for Hamady’s, a supermarket chain in the greater Flint area.

What Clarke was trying to do reminds me of what many bloggers are doing today. They’re friendly, approachable, they ask questions, take comments and try to build a bit of community.

As my cousin Gary Flinn, a columnist for The Flint Journal, wrote back in 2008:

“In her last broadcast in 1983, Betty Clarke ended the show on a personal message. After 30 years of championing domestic tranquility, she reminded her listeners that at the end of the day, there’s a reason why you keep house in the first place, namely to make a home for the people you love. A woman once told her she didn’t worry about what friends thought of housekeeping because “if they are my real friends, they’re never going to look under my bed for dust.” Of course, she still stayed on message, admonishing her listeners not to become “lax” in their domestic affairs. “But you keep house to make a home. Make sure to let them know how much you love them, before it’s too late.”

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Upcoming Works-in-Progress Readings with Food, Cocktails, Prizes and More

Chapters deep into my next book, a memoir with recipes from my Midwest childhood, I’m ready to hear feedback on what I’ve spent months – and in some ways – a lifetime pulling together. So I’m planning a couple works-in-progress readings at Seattle’s Richard Hugo House for Tuesday, March 19, and Wednesday, April 17. Friends and family kindly offered invaluable advice on my first two books. Readings for the new book, tentatively titled Burnt Toast Makes You Sing Good (slated for publication by Viking/Penguin in early 2014), will be open to the public for the first time.

We’ll taste samples of recipes from the upcoming book, some fun door prizes and a few signed cookbooks that you can purchase as part of the silent auction. Cash bar and free food begin at 6:30, reading starts at 7 p.m. with a short break at 7:45. We’ll finish up around 8:45 p.m. The event is free. Bring a friend. Each reading will have different material, so feel free to come to both! To help me with numbers, it would be great if you could RSVP.

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Registration Open for “Hungry for Words” Food Writing Weekend May 18-19.

Registration opened this week for the two-day introduction to food writing weekend that I call “Hungry for Words.” I’ll be teaching this intensive, hands-on session at the Richard Hugo House in Seattle. Cost is $290 for Hugo House members, $261 for non-members. I also ask for $22 from each student to cover breakfast both days, lunch on Saturday and wine and cheese in the afternoons. Class size is limited to 15 and it generally sells out, so if you’re interested, jump on it right away. We cover a lot of territory, from the history of food writing, writing with all five senses, the fundamentals of recipe writing, how to put together a book proposal, food blogging, and breaking into food writing as a career among the topics covered. Here’s where you sign up.

I’m finalizing a second food writing weekend in Washington, D.C. The tentative dates will be June 22-23rd. That session will be sponsored jointly by the famed bookstore Politics & Prose and The Writer’s Center. Details on that when sign-ups begins. If you want to be put on a list to notify you when I’ll be teaching various food writing sessions, just drop me an email.

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The Tricky Business of Tasting the Past

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Behold what I call “The Shroud of Turin Chicken Pot Pie,” a scan of a page unearthed from the bottom of my grandmother Inez Monk Henderson’s recipe file. Folded carefully, it marked  an obvious attempt to capture in the barest forms a recipe she didn’t want to forget, or perhaps, had planned to give to someone else to decipher. She had made notes on the folded exteriors for recipes as well, one too faded to detect, the other for dill pickles.

I’ve been going through my family’s recipes as part of research for my third book. It’s best described as a multi-generational memoir with recipes. I don’t even show up until Chapter 6. (I’ve not quite figured out how to tackle that part, actually.) My mother’s recipes are a bit neater, captured in two spiral notebooks. Originally, grandma stuffed hers in an old accordion envelope, but in the late 1950s, someone gave her a green box and she transferred them all there. Grandma didn’t collect many recipes for daily cooking. It’s notable that nowhere in her files does she have any recipes for soup or roasts, for instance. Why would she? You made soup with leftovers and she knew all her standards by heart.  Older, more yellowed pieces of newspaper involved cakes made with mayonnaise or cookies starring cheap ingredients. Later recipes leaned toward more ”elegant” or “modern” recipes for her time, such as Chicken Divan.

Mom and I think this page comes from the late 1940s. Notice the short-hand: “Two onion – cut up.” “One chicken – 3 1/2 pounds, boiled until tender.”Also, I point your attention to the absence of salt, pepper or other seasonings but the inclusion of “1 can mushrooms soup.” All of it in “chicken scratch,” how she referred to her own handwriting. She left formal education at age 13 in the early 1920s, when her father was killed in a lumber mill accident. She was forced to stay at home and help rear four  brothers and sisters. She married my grandfather, Charles, when she was 16 presumably because taking care of one husband was easier than a bunch of kids. Of course, she then proceeded to have five kids herself, most of them born in the grips of The Great Depression.

As I’ve wandered down this flour-and-bacon-grease-splattered memory lane, I’m struck by how the language of recipes changed even in the short years spanned in my grandmother’s recipe box. Some of the recipes she wrote or collected from friends were little more than ingredient lists with a couple of notes. Everyone understood the language of the kitchen. One of her recipes starts, “Kill and clean two good-sized chickens.”

She died in 1979, ahead of a world filled with arugula, sun-dried tomatoes and truffle oil. Yet, she also fell somehow ahead of the curve. She lived seasonally and organically for most of her life not because it was trendy or she worried about climate change or felt dissatisfied or disillusioned with her options at the supermarket. She grew up poor, so it wasn’t a choice. Up to the day she died at the untimely age of 69, she grew the vast majority of her vegetables. She and grandpa canned every autumn. They didn’t believe in store-bought jelly. When grandpa was alive, he grew his own pigs and made his own ham and bacon. They raised chickens and taught my mom at age 11 how to kill and clean them.

As I work through trying to recreate these dishes, as much as I long for a taste of the past, I have to admit how much I’ve been influenced by the present. That stewed chicken I loved so much as a kid? It tastes so bland to me now. More than once I’ve wondered, does every dish really need paprika? I’ve found myself adding garlic and cayenne, a hit of lemon or sprigs of fresh herbs to bring the flavor in line with the palate that I have now.

Which leads me to a dilemma. Do I present the recipes as I think they were made originally without any changes? Or do I adapt to modern palates? I think my grandmother would have loved garlic – she just never used it growing up, so it stayed in her blind spot. Sure, she made cakes with mayonnaise. But is that helpful or interesting, or just a culinary anachronism? Just what I am to do with those Campbell’s Soup-based casseroles?

When I wonder all of this, I think back to this recipe and to the spirit of my grandma, an outspoken pragmatist who herself was never a slave to a recipe. After all, for 26 years Inez lived in a remote town where the nearest store was a dozen miles away – and she never learned to drive. She could only cook with what she had on hand. Plus, she felt it a sin to let food go to waste. How else to explain minced rhubarb in a chocolate cake? Or sweet potatoes in chicken stew? Or that despite calling for butter, she made virtually everything with the bacon grease she kept in a coffee can on the back of her stove?

If I presented this dilemma to her, I know exactly what she’d say. “Really, Kathleen Inez, have you nothing better to do? Then go sweep the porch.” She’d shove a broom in my hand and send me out as she finished dinner the way she always cooked: A bit of this, a bit of that and a fistful of green beans leftover from last night and why not just throw in that extra gravy? Grandma was not a chef, but she a real cook. She was driven by love and economy, and in neither could she afford to be a purist.

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Food Writing Boot Camp in Washington D.C. on October 9th

Anyone who has taken my food writing classes knows that I have great passion for teaching. So I’m excited that my D.C. stop for  The The Kitchen Counter Cooking School paperback tour includes one stop featuring a writing class.

On Oct. 9, I’ll  be at D.C.’s famous Politics & Prose bookstore from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. teaching a “Food Writing Boot camp” focused on some key fundamentals of food writing. We’ll touch on several areas, from narrative food writing, to recipes to writing exercises to help learn the keys to writing delicious detail. Students will leave armed with a portion of the thick work book that I use for my weekend-long Hungry for Words boot camps at Richard Hugo House in Seattle that includes more writing exercises, loads of writing examples from a dozen writers and a lengthy reading list. It’s $40 ($35 for Politics & Prose members) for the two-hour class. Since its food writing, we’ll also have small bites to nibble on. Unlike the photo, there will be no yelling. In fact, I’m kind of a low talker, so you may need to lean in to hear me. More info at Politics & Prose.

If you’re in D.C., you can also catch me on Let’s Talk Live (NewsChannel 8) around 11 a.m. that Tuesday morning. I’ll be doing an interview and a demo and recommend some long distance moving services if you’re moving here. Tune in to find out what I’ll be cooking up.

By the way, I’m planning a series of food writing classes in 2013 in various parts of the country and – drum roll – Paris! To get updates, just drop me a line.

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Big News! My third book debuts in 2014

“I don’t have to tell you I love you. I fed you pancakes.”
my grandmother, Inez Monk Henderson

It’s official.  I’ve sold my third book! Viking/Penguin, publisher of my first two books, has purchased my next one.  The working title is Burnt Toast Makes You Sing Good: Culinary adventures from a Midwest childhood. The anticipated publication date is Winter/Summer 2014. My agent pitched it as The Glass Castle meets Ruth Reichl meets David Sedaris, except we were less poor than Jeannette Walls, and I’m not nearly as funny as David Sedaris. Also, we were Baptists, not Jewish. Otherwise, it’s just like that.

I’ve been working on this project on and off for a couple of years, digging into the collective memories of my  family, rifling through old recipes and photographs of scenes such as my sister wearing her baton tiara while showing off a mess of freshly caught fish set out on a wet newspaper.

Burnt Toast Makes You Sing Good is a memoir with recipes that tells the story of my culinary lineage, but also provides insight into the values, morals and attitudes of food that span three generations. Food writing does an often unappreciated job of articulating so much about shifting culture, and the timeline focused on this book – from 1955 to 1981 – represents a watershed of change in how America viewed food and eating, and how what we think we want can come full circle.

The book starts with my parents, both Michigan natives and the unlikely proprietors of an Italian restaurant in San Francisco. No matter they were the offspring of Irish and Swedish immigrants at a time when Italian was still considered “ethnic,” they packed up their three kids, my mother heavily pregnant with a fourth and headed west, a crib and a rocking chair in a trailer tacked to the back of their station wagon. “It was a great adventure,” mom said. “Until, of course, the whole thing went bust.”

After San Francisco, they dragged the kids back across the country to a dilapidated farmhouse in the curious world of semi-rural Michigan on 10 acres where we lived in poverty for more than a decade. We raised chickens, tended a large organic garden and canned all the results for winter – all those homespun pursuits so much in vogue these days among domestic DIYers. My family did it because once the snow fell, you had to buy your food, and we couldn’t afford that. Of course, that made me long for Wonder Bread, HoHo’s and canned soup. Once our fortunes improved, we moved into the town of Davison, just down the street from a young Michael Moore. Once I had the money to buy Wonder Bread and Ho Hos, all I wanted was homemade bread and my mother’s chicken soup.

In reality, it starts earlier than the 1950s, heading all the way back to 1883 when my 14-year-old great-grandmother Anna arrived from Sweden with her brother and worked for a decade as a cook in middle class Minneapolis households in order to bring the rest of their family to America. My other great-grandparents hailed from Wales and Ireland and worked against the odds to make a life for themselves in American and passed on the recipes they knew from home. Over time, they shifted and bent their recipes to the will of American cuisine.

Hey, but I shouldn’t even be talking about this. I’m going to be resurrecting my recipe testing group once again to test recipes for the upcoming book, and I’ll be hosting a series of “work in progress” readings at the Richard Hugo House in Seattle November through May. I’ll be hosting at least one live online.

Thanks to everyone for their support. It means so much to me. So often, writing feels like a process that takes place in a vacuum.

Now, on to writing the darn thing.

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Friday Reads: Old School to Street Food

These two books may seem to have nothing in common, but in the end, they’re both by guys who truly appreciate great food.

I’ve finally started the Great Food series from Penguin (my publisher). I’m not sure why I’ve put them off since they’re all short reads with gorgeous cover art. I started with From Absinthe to Zest by Alexandre Dumas. Yes, that Alexandre Dumas, the one who wrote The Three Muskateers and The Count of Monte Cristo. A prolific writer, Dumas was also well-known as a gourmand whose cosmopolitan outlook is evident in The Great Dictionary of Cuisine, first published posthumously in 1873. Dumas wrote that it was “to be read by the sophisticated and used by the practitioners of the art.” It’s great stuff, with rhapsodies on humble anchovies to the art of the omelet.

When I opened my mail a week ago and found Sasquatch Publishing had sent me a copy of Skillet: A Street Food Manifesto by Josh Henderson, I literally jumped up and down.

I’m a huge fan of Skillet. I once waited (happily) in a rare Seattle downpour for their big, soft biscuits with sage gravy, so imagine my gratitude to find the recipe included in the book. Other Skillet notables include their classic burgers and folded lasagna. Alas, there is no recipe for the famed bacon jam.

Sarah Jurado’s lovely, intimate photographs offer an intriguing, romantic glimpse in daily life serving up gourmet food in an Airstream. The honest, and intriguing narrative is insightful and demonstrates that while running a food truck sounds like fun, it’s as stressful as running any small business. Mike is after me to make the farro burgers.

So what are you reading this week?

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Friday Reads: Drink Gin, Eat Vegetables

Anyone around me regularly knows I’m a voracious reader. Mike can’t seem to put in enough bookshelves. I’ve been posting what I’ve been reading via #Fridayreads on Twitter, but I’ve decided to list them here on the blog each week, too. What follows aren’t really reviews per se, but a book listed here is generally a recommendation.

I’m researching a new book that takes place in 18th Century London and focuses (in part) on the curious world of gin. So, in the past week, I’ve checked out all the books on gin from the Seattle Library System. (The look on the librarian’s face was worth the hassle of carting 22 books home.) I’m working my way through the stack, but so far my favorite book is Craze: Gin and Debauchery in an Age of Reason. Author Jessica Warner offers thorough research combined with concise writing on the madness that took over the capitol in the early 1700s. It had so much good information that rather than mark up the library copy, I had to buy my own.

I had to track down a copy of London Eats Out: 500 Years of Capitol Dining published by the Museum of London, but it was so worth it. Organized by century, with break outs on early food writing, the dominance of beef steak dining clubs and loads of illustrations, it’s a thin volume that packs in a load of information. It kind of reminded me of one of those old Time-Life series books.

I also finished the galley of My Berlin Kitchen, the upcoming book by Luisa Weiss, creator of The Wednesday Chef. It’s terrific. I’ve been impressed by the clarity of her writing, her honesty, the story pacing and the gushy, wonderful love story. It comes out in September. Go pre-order it now.

I attended the launch party for Pike Place Market Recipes by Jess Thompson on Tuesday, so I’ve only had a chance to look through it but it’s a lovely book featuring purveyors and restaurants in and around Seattle’s iconic market along with 130 recipes. Talking to her the next day, I learned it will be one of four books she’ll have coming out in a two-year time period. I feel like such a slacker.

Every week, I rotate a couple of cookbooks onto my kitchen counter. This week (well, the past two weeks), one of them has been Cook Without a Book: Meatless Meals by the incomparable Pam Anderson. She writes recipes in such a useful way that I’m always recommending her books to people. This one features a clear “master recipe” and then countless variations on the main theme. I’ve used her book so much in the past couple of weeks that it’s actually changed our usual eating routine. I’m now making grain-based salads, versions of her grab-and-go breakfast tortillas and variations on Asian stir fry. If you’re trying to cut down on your meat consumption, give it a look. Pam has a knack for coming up with cooking strategies for busy people.

Finally, I’ve been entranced by Ripe: A Fresh, Colorful Approach to Fruit and Vegetables by Cheryl Sternman Rule with photography by Paulette Philipot. It provides a dose of gorgeous food porn plus pragmatic and useful ideas on how to use even the most obscure vegetables.

The latter has been useful in developing the class that I’ll be teaching at The Book Larder in Seattle next Tuesday. I think there are a couple slots left in you’re interested.

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Who really “writes” celebrity cookbooks? On the NY Times “ghost writer” kerfuffle

A story “I Was a Cookbook Ghostwriter” in The New York Times last week went in detail about how some celebrity chefs rely on ghostwriters to help them get their books in shape for publication. The story mostly recalled the author, Julia Moskins, personal experiences in the trenches of cookbook ghost writing. (Surprisingly, Moskin doesn’t mention that Martha Stewart’s early book, Entertaining and Weddings were both ghost written by writer Elizabeth Hawes.)

Among the story’s specifics was that a writer, Julia Turshen, worked with Gwyneth Paltrow on her book, My Father’s Daughter.  It also lays claim that Rachel Ray and Jamie Oliver also employs the use of ghostwriters to develop at least some recipes. Both authors took aim at the paper’s assertion via Twitter, denying the allegations:

Jamie Oliver went about it the old-fashioned way; he had a staffer contact Moskin’s editor directly, a point illuminated when she released a follow-up to the story  early today. Apparently, the chefs were insulted by the word “ghost writer,” but I’m wondering if the issue here, especially in Gwyneth’s case, is more a semantic discussion.

When most readers see the recipe in a cookbook, they see a simple head note, some ingredients and instructions.  Writing those few hundreds words isn’t the time-consuming part. The real work of cookbooks is more complicated: finding the concept, developing a balanced framework for the content, expanding it into a cookbook proposal, then doing research into ingredients before testing, reworking and retesting the actual recipes — and that’s before you get into food photography. In the UK television series, “Fifteen,” I recall Jamie Oliver telling a student that he wrote his books by speaking into recorder; presumably someone else transcribed them, extracted what he was after and helped him hone and shape the final verbage.

In writing about the book as it was coming out, Turshen penned her own account of the collaboration on the book for Food & Wine. “Producing the book required long days of brainstorming, grocery shopping, cooking, testing, readjusting, accumulating tall stacks of dirty dishes and writing everything down,” Turshen wrote, adding it took a “year or so gathering  [Gwyneth's] recipes, and the stories behind them.”

Meanwhile, in her author’s note, Gwyneth writes Turshen ”quantified, tested, and retested every recipe, oversaw the production of the photos, helped brainstorm in a crisis, and above all was my intellectual and emotional support through the whole process.”

Collaboration? Sure. Ghost writing? Or, as Moskin referred to it in her follow-up story, “Ghost cooking?” That’s how you define it.

Generally, the phrase “ghost writing” describes someone who writes on behalf of other people who tend to take the credit. Or, sometimes they collaborate and they get an “as told to” or “with” kind of credit. Executives, politicians and celebrities of screen and sport do it all the time.  Sometimes the writer interviews the subject and writes every word, sometimes they take a mass of written notes and partly-conceived chapters and whip it into shape. Or, they may help with organization, read over the author’s work, haunting them to keep the project on track.

And so, a confession. In the 1990s, I was hired to ghostwrite a book for a U.S. congressman. A guy called me at my newspaper, praised my work and we negotiated a deal. He handed me a spiral notebook with a couple hundred pages of writing and notes from various sources, including the congressman. I met the congressman only once. My job was to organize it into a coherent format and write it into one voice. (For a variety of reasons, mainly political climate change, the book wasn’t published.)  Also, I once conducted research and wrote chapters in a book for a travel writer. That’s typical ghostwriting. You write, they take credit, you keep your mouth shut and cash your check.

The reason is that a cookbook is more complicated due to its many working pieces. The story rightly notes that doing grunt work for better-known personalities is a fairly common job for food writers. Many chefs don’t develop recipes or cook in a way that translates well enough for home cooks to follow.

Working on one of my first food stories, a well-known chef assured me that he had a recipe written down so I didn’t need to take notes as he cooked. Thankfully, I did anyway. When he finally got me the recipe a week later, it was written in Portugese and designed to feed 50. So, I had to figure out the language, scale it down, track down substitutions for commercial ingredients and make the dish no less than eight times, tweaking and fixing it. But you know what? That recipe gave him the credit. After all, it was his dish. I was merely the conduit – admittedly with a byline. Later, when the restaurant contributed “his” recipe to a compilation cookbook, neither me or my newspaper got a mention. That happens far more often than you think.   

So I think that Gwyneth is right when she says she “wrote every word;” and I think the Times’ writer Julia Moskins is right when they say she had “a collaborator” who did a lot of heavy lifting on her project. (A caption calling Turshen a “ghostwriter” for Paltrow seems a bit strong; as a writer, Moskin likely didn’t even see that until the paper came out.) 

At the end of all this, I’m less interested (or surprised) that Bobby Flay has someone develop a spice rub section (he admits that he does), and more curious about the many delicious “blind items” in the story, as noted by Eater, including one note about a “famed chef” who wrote a tome on regional cooking that was actually developed by a New York-based food writer and another left under house arrest in Columbia when the chef wandered off…

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