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Hi Reader, Some people spend Sundays reading stories. I spend them weaving one—with onions, garlic, and a pot that’s been on the stove so long it deserves royalties. Growing up, Sunday Supper was less meal, more epic saga. Think Tolstoy's "War and Peace." By the time I woke, the kitchen was already buzzing: Mama Leite browning meat with the ferocity of a Russian peasant, my grandmother muttering prayers over the stockpot, not unlike one of Macbeth's witches. By noon, the whole house smelled rich, savory, irresistible.
I remember once sulking in my room, trying to read "The House of the Seven Gables" for Mrs. Hopf's seventh grade English class. I read the shenanigans of Hepzibah Pyncheon again and again, but the aroma of Mama Leite's braised beef lured me down the hall like one of those Looney Tunes animated aroma fingers. Dinner trumped Hawthorne every time. So, humor me here. The next time you stand facing the stove, think of it as creating an incredible story. What's the plot? What characters do you want to introduce? Which characters do you want to kill off!? What's the conflict? What's the rising action of flavor? And most importantly, make it so good, no one can put it down. My Storyteller's Guide
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