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| Walking into Tamra's house for dinner was like stepping into my childhood kitchen--it was the smell more than anything. She and Andi were just finishing a two-day project: boiling down big beef bones to extract the marrow. When a child, my mother and babi likewise converted cast-off animal parts into nutritious food. Gizzards, joints, necks, knuckles-- you name it. It was their Old World way. Hell, as a kid I even liked tripe, but I admit to being slightly traumatized by the time I looked into a big pot and a pig head stared up back at me. |
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