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Once Upon a Spice
A novel to be eaten with both hands
A time-travel novel infused with magical
realism.
Once, saffron bloomed in a mother’s mortar, and stews were thick
with foraged grace. No one measured thyme or soaked chickpeas by
clock. This is the story of a kitchen remembered—where every
handful knew its place.
Flavour is a form of memory—the tongue forgets nothing sacred.
The Vanishing Kitchen
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