11th
March
2023
Neither crisp nor brown
Somewhere along the way, around the age of nine, I learned that what you thought you had seen might have been something completely different. I say nine, because we had just moved to a new town. Our first town. And the people upstairs had made French fries. Like I had seen in the restaurant, but right there at home. I was ready to add this to our home table.
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