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“When I went to Passard's restaurant, the meal began with slices of raw scallop topped with caviar; that reminded me of how shocking it was when Django fed us raw fish all those years ago. Then there was a marvelous Saint-Pierre. Passard had peeled away the skin and prepared the fish with hundreds of bay leaves before covering it back up and steaming the fish until it had absorbed all the flavors of the herb. The man loves herbs and uses them in the most fascinating ways. That also reminded me of Django. There was a fat sweetbread skewered with a sprig of rosemary until it was nothing more than an herbal cloud. And the salad was the tiniest herbs, all different. Beautiful simplicity." Stella was tasting the flavors in her mind as he described them.”

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Book:The Paris Novel
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The Paris Novel

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Ruth Reichl
Ruth Reichl

Ruth Reichl is an American writer renowned for her contributions to food writing. Born on January 16, 1948, she has served as a food critic for The New Yorker magazine and has written articles for various publications. Reichl's work is celebrated for its insightful perspectives and deep understanding of food culture. more

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