Paella the South Pond Way
On a chilly day recently I was looking at a copper pan my mom gave me a while ago. Suddenly a vague recollection surfaced. I was about fourteen, and I remember seeing the big pan positioned over a cooking fire in our yard. Mom and her friends were gathered around it, stirring the paella it contained.
At the time, it didn’t strike me as strange, but look…
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