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“My favorite of all was still the place on Vermont, the French cafe, La Lyonnaise, that had given me the best onion soup on that night with George and my father. The two owners hailed from France, from Lyon, before the city had boomed into a culinary sibling of Paris. Inside, it had only a few tables, and the waiters served everything out of order, and it had a B rating in the window, and they usually sat me right by the swinging kitchen door, but I didn't care about any of it. There, I ordered chicken Dijon, or beef Bourguignon, or a simple green salad, or a pate sandwich, and when it came to the table, I melted into whatever arrived. I lavished in a forkful of spinach gratin on the side, at how delighted the chef had clearly been over the balance of spinach and cheese, like she was conducting a meeting of spinach and cheese, like a matchmaker who knew they would shortly fall in love. Sure, there were small distractions and preoccupations in it all, but I could find the food in there, the food was the center, and the person making the food was so connected with the food that I could really, for once, enjoy it.”

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Book:The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
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The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

This book is a psychological drama that delves into the complex relationship between a young girl and her family, as she grapples with the extraordinary ability to taste the emotions of others through the food she prepares. The story is set in the 1970s and explores themes of identity, family dynamics, and the impact of one's unique abilities on personal relationships. more

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Aimee Bender
Aimee Bender

Aimee Bender is an American novelist celebrated for her imaginative and unique narrative style. Born on June 28, 1969, she has made a notable impact in the literary world with her thought-provoking themes and distinctive storytelling techniques. more

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