’ve never had a sip of chilled white wine on Thanksgiving. That’s not to say I haven’t been given the opportunity. It’s the same every year: A loving family member pours me a glass and sets it down by my cutting board. Hours later I look up from the stove and take my first taste—and it’s a balmy 78 degrees. I guess it’s
ADVANCED COOKING
Oct 04, 2022
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