The cheeses would also be presented on different plates, and it was always my father who would slice the cheeses; I had never seen my mother do it, but then again she was always busy with the bread and the wine.
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The Long Way Home
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The Long Way Home
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The bread would be sliced evenly and placed on different plates; my mother knowing that I liked country bread the most would always bake it the last, so that it would still be warm from the oven.
The Long Way Home
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Everything would be ready.
The Long Way Home 110
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I would walk downstairs following the smell of freshly baked bread and the garlic potage, and when I entered the dining room, my mouth would start to water.
The Long Way Home
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Yet I would never call myself a connoisseur; I knew what I liked and what I did not like, but to explain a wine in such detail as a sommelier would was still something I had yet to accomplish.
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