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The paella that Mom prepared for the celebration of my baptism, with my name spelled out in red peppers

The paella that Mom prepared for the celebration of my baptism, with my name spelled out in red peppers

By Sofia Perez

[Published by Food52, April 30, 2019]

Standing in my parents’ kitchen, I slipped the white chef’s apron over my head. As I tied the straps loosely around my waist, a familiar dull ache settled in my midsection. The apron belonged to my father—a memento from his stint as a cook at a golf club in Yonkers. Although Dad left the industry when I was an infant, the apron endured, put to good use whenever he and my mother cooked multi-course meals. Seeing him don it meant that we were in for a feast…

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