Award-winning Baltimore poet Jane Satterfield describes a certain kind of personal fulfillment in food, well chosen. As I opened the door of the restaurant anchoring a rehabbed grist mill in a gentrified section of town, I paused to breathe in the herbs’ woodsy scent, the smell of roasting meat, and a whiff of yeast escaping […]
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