Memory is a slippery thing. But I do know its power, its beauty, its story. I know its ability to turn a simple cloth into something much, much more.
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“It is 11:30 and I am laughing now. Laughing because it is not even noon and somehow I have had the profuse luck of being served three breakfasts by Karen Dudley…”
A morning spent in the kitchen with Karen Dudley talking food, flavour and cooking as an act of love.
