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THE READ ON NEW YEAR 'S EVE, with 2019 turning into 2020, my husband and I invited a small group of friends to our San Francisco apartment. Better represented than either extreme are all the meals in between: meals to use up limp celery, to finish the last of a box of a certain pasta shape, to polish off the half-cans of coconut milk. I don't want to go back to being the person who consumes blithely and lets cilantro rot. iF I COULD TELL my past self anything from the future, it would be that taking care trumps making plans and resolutions. [Extracted from the article] |
