I believe in perfecting recipes and taking time to get to know the little secrets found in someone else's imperfection. ... Every Sunday evening I would walk into the kitchen and smell the sweet tomatoes boiling in my grandmother's giant sauce pot, with oregano, basil, and spices my nose couldn't decipher. ... My brother, and I would climb into the back of his truck and hold on tight while my dad drove us up the road to our local ice cream shop, Jimi Cone. ... Once a month on the second Sunday, my grandmother and I take over the kitchen and prepare our family a meal worth mouth...

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