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“She passed out plates loaded with her signature melt-away brisket crusted with the smoky candy of the fire, links she’d crafted in partnership with a sustainable ranch up near Point Reyes, butter-dipped smoked portobellos, and impossibly tender ribs smothered in her artisanal sauces. Her best sides were on display---cornbread, moist as pudding, from her mother’s private recipe collection, beans and greens, peppery jicama slaw, and her signature hummingbird cake for dessert.”

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Sugar and Salt

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Susan Wiggs
Susan Wiggs

Susan Wiggs is an American author born on May 17, 1958. Her works primarily focus on family, love, and community life, and she is beloved by readers for her warm emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. more

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