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Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef

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Gabrielle Hamilton
Gabrielle Hamilton

Gabrielle Hamilton is a renowned chef, best known for her restaurant Prune in New York City. Her culinary style blends French and American elements, emphasizing seasonality and local ingredients. Hamilton's influence in the culinary world extends beyond her restaurant, as evidenced by her memoir 'Blood, Bones & Butter'. more

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