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Kitchen Angel
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I was eighteen and had just moved into my first apartment. He was hanging on the
kitchen wall that first morning when I went in to make a cup of tea.
"Don’t let the water boil on and on like that", he said, startling me. "And loose
tea is so much better than those bags." He never answered questions (like, How did
you get here?) and no one else ever heard him, but I learned to cook with his advice,
long before there was a Food Network and Rachel Ray or the Barefoot Contessa...
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