A California heatwave isn’t a Texas heatwave. When I jokingly tell my Tia in Dallas that it was 89 the day before and she says, “That’s nothing,” I follow it up with the rest of the punchline: “Inside my house at 9:00 p.m.” To keep cool, we have been plumbing the reservoirs of our minds for ideas. One night we made sushi-inspired bowls of second day ric…
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