Kate.I woke up Tuesday morning with my heart pounding.The interview was for three hours and I had not told David.I slipped out of bed while he was still sleeping, or pretending to sleep, lately I could not tell the difference. In the kitchen, I pulled out ingredients without thinking: eggs, butter, cream, fresh herbs from the garden I still tended even though no one ate what I cooked anymore.My hands remembered what my mind had tried to forget.Tehilla appeared in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes. "What are you making, Mama?""Something special." I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them with cream until they were silky. "Want to help?"Her face lit up. For the next hour, we cooked together—herb soufflé, delicate and perfect, the kind of food that required complete attention. The kind of thing I had not made in years.When we plated it, Tehilla actually gasped. "It's so pretty!""Beauty and taste," I told her, the same thing Chef Henri had told me a lifetime ago. "Both matter.""Can T
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