I have vivid memories of my childhood. I grew up in a place where family and food were always around. It was comfortable.

More or less raised in my parents’ restaurant, which had been my grandparents’ before that, the little me would climb onto a chair at the staff table for many of my meals. It wasn’t the grilled cheese sandwich, soup, or chicken nuggets that I loved. No, it was the blueberry muffins.

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