My grandfather was a man who cherished every morsel; he ate slowly and with purpose. As a child, I remember he was always the last to finish—and we did not leave the table until he was done. The midday meal was the most substantial and reverently honored. We sat and let him have the last… Continue reading How I Learned to Eat to Live

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