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Last summer, a friend of mine hosted a spring roll making party. I seem to recall consuming more wine than focusing on rice paper wrapping, but somehow the skill stuck with me. I later learned that the “spring” rolls we made were more appropriately titled “summer,” due to the fact that we didn’t fry them. [...] This past weekend, my mom brought me the largest cucumber I have ever seen. I remember someone in Israel telling me that American produce scared him, and cucumbers should be small and eaten whole, not engineered to the size of a baseball bat. Enter the bat: This afternoon I used part of it in the most [...] |
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