Little Big

I started waiting tables again. It's been fifteen years. I thought it was ten at first because, truly, that number seemed round and ridiculous enough but, nice try, Amanda—It's fifteen. After drinking two mimosas at a local brunch spot, my math starts to get fuzzy and...

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Here we go. A list of hopes and pipe dreams for the new year. All food-related. Hopefully I'll cross a few off and share the glory with you. If not, I'll try again in 2019. Either way, welcome to the Spotted Fig notebook, friends. I'm very glad you're here.   Try one...

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