A feast to remember
Nothing beats a good meal. I’m not talking about the regular, mundane, perfunctory pieces of sinew and starch we strew together for ourselves, only to immediately and impatiently guzzle it all down. Nor do I mean the types that are so fancy and unrealistic that we have to convince ourselves that it was worth the hype. I’m talking about the kind of meal that adds a little spring in your step, the…