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“Ian held the serving dish while Helen carefully placed on each white plate five squares of ravioli no thicker than paper, their edges crinkled, their surfaces kissed with melted butter, scattered with bits of shallots and hazelnuts, like rice thrown at a wedding. They each took their places at the table. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," Lillian said, raising her glass. They sat for a moment, simply looking. The smell from their plates rose with the last bits of steam, butter releasing whispers of shallots and hazelnuts. Antonia raised a bite to her mouth. A quick crunch of hazelnut, and then the pasta gave way easily to her teeth, the pumpkin melting across her tongue, warm and dense, with soft, spicy undercurrents of nutmeg.”

Quote by Erica Bauermeister

Book:The School of Essential Ingredients
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The School of Essential Ingredients

This novel weaves together the lives of a diverse group of individuals who attend a cooking class, revealing how the act of cooking becomes a catalyst for personal growth and community bonding. more

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Erica Bauermeister

Erica Bauermeister is an American author born in 1959. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound emotional depth, primarily focusing on themes of family, love, and human nature. more

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