"You toasted a piece of bread, cut it into triangular slices, and placed a piece of the pate on it, like a pat of butter. I regarded it for a long moment, then I popped it into my mouth. The texture was like velvet and sandpaper, the taste like nothing I'd ever experienced before, like mushrooms and mud and wild sex, and for the first time, I understood the true meaning of the word "nuance." I wanted more immediately, but was not sure that my tongue could stand it again so soon."

- East Side Girl: Food, A Love Story, May 9, 2007

My girl is as good of a writer as she is an editor and I just love her to pieces. This post is so beautiful and sweet.

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