Daphne Brogdon is teaching me to cook. On TV, in my den. In line at the grocery store, on my phone. Discovering Daphne Dishes saved my life. And my children's. This isn't mere hyperbole. The kids were starving. Daphne was my intervention. It's a long story. My mother rocked the kitchen. Betty Walker was a purist. She combed magazines for interesting new recipes, then conquered them. From scratch. On the rare occasion when necessity might force her to open a can of peas, you could see the flash of failure in her eyes. Three meals a day, 365 days a year, Mom delivered. The planning, the prep, the presentation, all of it in high heels and pearls. What she did in the kitchen every day was...
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