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“Every hurt buried deep
in the mind
has an uncanny ability
to surface and make
its presence felt
when I am feeling low,
hugging me
like a long lost friend”
― Vijaya Gowrisankar

“When I went to Passard's restaurant, the meal began with slices of raw scallop topped with caviar; that reminded me of how shocking it was when Django fed us raw fish all those years ago. Then there was a marvelous Saint-Pierre. Passard had peeled away the skin and prepared the fish with hundreds of bay leaves before covering it back up and steaming the fish until it had absorbed all the flavors of the herb. The man loves herbs and uses them in the most fascinating ways. That also reminded me of Django. There was a fat sweetbread skewered with a sprig of rosemary until it was nothing more than an herbal cloud. And the salad was the tiniest herbs, all different. Beautiful simplicity."
Stella was tasting the flavors in her mind as he described them.”
― Ruth Reichl, The Paris Novel