The conversation began, conveniently enough, in the kitchen with a complaint framed as a question: “Salmon again?” At the time, I was plating what was quite clearly a slice of baked Atlantic salmon and didn’t feel the need to answer, but she wouldn’t be deterred. “It’s just a bit boring, isn’t it?”
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It’s hard to feel bored when holding a molten hot tray fresh from the oven, so I just smiled and nodded. And yet, the feedback continued. “I was thinking we should mix it…
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