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“The fat was bubbling in a pot on the stove. The potatoes went in, were snatched out, then plunged back in. They emerged crisp and golden; Richard sprinkled them with salt and piled them on a platter, then set a heap of tiny marinated fish on the side. They ate with their fingers. The potatoes were burning hot, the insides nearly melted, making the contrast with the cool, slick anchovies almost erotic.”

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The Paris Novel

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Ruth Reichl
Ruth Reichl

Ruth Reichl is an American writer renowned for her contributions to food writing. Born on January 16, 1948, she has served as a food critic for The New Yorker magazine and has written articles for various publications. Reichl's work is celebrated for its insightful perspectives and deep understanding of food culture. more

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