The Long Way Home

My mother would first bring something for me to drink, usually milk because that was all I was drinking at the time, and then she would bring the glasses, followed by the wine.

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The Long Way Home

My mother would wait until my father had finished preparing the cheeses before opening the wine; normally we would not enjoy the cheeses until after we had finished the main course, but on those evenings my parents did not want to have to get up and bring things in from the kitchen at each stage of the [...]

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The Long Way Home

I was never sure if what he was telling me was true or not, but after watching him slice each cheese, watching him cut each camembert, each chevre with the precision of a professional cheese maker – he wasn’t really, but that was always the impression I got from watching him – I felt that [...]

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The Long Way Home

My father would often tell me as he was preparing the cheeses about how it was very important to slice the cheese appropriately, and that every cheese had its own way of being cut.

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