The Harlem Supper Club
The Harlem Supper Club The skillet was seasoned with seven decades of use—her grandmother's, her mother's, and now hers. Clara Baptiste knew its weight better than she knew her own hands. She stood over the stove in the boarding house kitchen on 125th Street, stirring a pot of gumbo that had been developing flavor since noon and would continue developing flavor long after she was dead. The...
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