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This is wonderfully evocative, thank you. I wonder if reading recipes also creates an imaginary flavor and imaginary desire that reality (no matter how delicious) can never quite match.

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I believe it does ---

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On soup not constituting a meal: My former mother-in-law, an elegant, thin woman, once said to me, "A cup of soup and a roll is an excellent supper," and for years I would crack up whenever I saw a can of soup. Also we had to eat before we went to her house because she used the serving sizes in The Silver Palate Cookbook as gospel.

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I can soooo identify with this. My soup was a pumpkin risotto with crispy roasted pumpkin seeds, can’t remember if it was asparagus or (?) maybe fiddleheads(?),buttery, in a blizzard in winter at the cafe at BAM in Brooklyn, with my friend Betsy, before seeing Cate Blanchett in Streetcar. Sublime!

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Hi Elissa,

I cooked the green minestrone yesterday, an Australian autumn version

with what was available, so delicious, I topped it with lemon and pecorino cheese and

home made pesto.

Thanks so much, Kay

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Love this! Is it the taste we are after, or the whole sensory experience of that time? Possibly both.

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I loved reading this article. It made my mouth water, and I felt as though I had eaten it.

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