The Taste of What Remains
There were moments — most often at three in the morning, when the last ticket had been punched and the dishwashers were hosing down the line — when Vicky Cross could taste her brother-in-law's voice. Tommy had a particular way of describing flavor. He didn't use the standard vocabulary of the culinary world — no "notes of cassis" or "hints of truffle." Instead, he talked about flavor the way...
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