One day, my parents will be gone, and I will long for the fo…
One day, my parents will be gone, and I will long for the foods of my childhood, the way they long for theirs. I prepare for this day the way people on TV prepare for the end of the world. They gather canned goods they will never eat while I stockpile recipes I cannot replicate…I regret the tastes I’ve forgotten, the meals I have inhaled without a thought.
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