Growing up with a mom who can cook will spoil you. I compared almost every meal I ate to hers. Most didn’t compare—like the collard greens I had that were cut into wide sheets instead of thin ribbons. I would run home ready to tell my mom about the disastrous meals I consumed. Knowing I would one day have to cook for mysel…
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