The art of dressing
Nora Ephron, Heartburn, and how to make the perfect vinaigrette.
I was 13 when I went on my first French exchange. The parents of my host family were teachers, they had a daughter and a son, and a communist party sticker in the car window. The house was an ordinary square house on the edge of a small town, rendered in a pinkish cream, with a red tiled roof and a large mimosa tree in t…
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