The Traveling Tomato
Two classic Spanish dishes, thoughts on The Bear, a revelatory cocktail, and more ...
We had one tomato left when we departed Westport, and it was too lovely to leave behind. We carried it with us to Providence. But we still didn’t eat it there. When we left Providence to return to NYC, I brought it with us.
And there it sat fetchingly on the kitchen table on West 12th Street. The following morning, last Sunday, Ann knew exactly what she …
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