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“They drove south with the night falling soft and blue around them. Away to their right the Front Range stood out against the last red ribbon of the dying day like ramparts of some dread empire. Through the open windows came the smell of cooling earth and sage long baked by the sun.”

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The Smoke Jumper

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Nicholas Evans
Nicholas Evans

Nicholas Evans, born on July 26, 1950, is a renowned British journalist. His career began in local newspapers and later evolved into an international reputation for his in-depth investigative reporting. more

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“I grabbed a handful of tarragon and closed my eyes, inhaling its sweet fragrance. I could almost feel my grandmother next to me, smell the aromas embedded into her poppy-print apron, taste her creamy veloutés. Thanks to her, my skills in the kitchen started developing from the age of seven. I'd learned how to chop, slice, and dice without cutting my fingers, to sauté, fry, and grill, pairing flavors and taming them into submission. Just as I'd experienced with my grandmother's meals, when people ate my creations, I wanted them to think "now this is love"- while engaging all of the five senses. For me, cooking was the way I expressed myself, each dish a balance of flavors and ingredients representing my emotions- sweet, sour, salty, smoky, spicy-hot, and even bitter. My inspiration as a chef was to give people sensorial experiences, to bring them back to times of happiness, to let them relive their youth, or to awaken their minds.”

“The loss of all five senses seems to mean the loss of the individual’s connection with an external reality. What this might mean is the individual would come to solely rely on an internal reality. An internal reality is abstract and therefore hard to conceptualize. This also means an internal reality has little to no basis in the hard sciences...This person might be able to form new beliefs by going over memories stored within their brain despite no longer having a connection to the outside world. Memories could be another component of the internal reality, but only as long as that person lived long enough with some of the five senses to form memories, and then the five senses were removed.”

“When you live authentically according to your values, you create ripples that extend far beyond your personal experience.”

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