Many, many months ago, I heard of a small restaurant on Seventh Avenue. It was the first chef’s table restaurant with only 12 seats and an open residential style kitchen. I was intrigued.
One thing that some people say others take for granted: a summer away from school in which a child doesn’t miss a meal.
When I read that Hugh Hefner had passed away, I was immediately transported to the spring of 1991 in my Aunt Linda's kitchen on Chicago's South Side, surrounded by my dad's sisters, Jennifer, Janis, and, of course, Linda.
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