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Perhaps it was Kathy’s prosecco. Most definitely, it was the truffle pasta purchased from Casa del Parmigiano, smuggled in Gracie’s suitcase from Venice. By the time we got to the pie, we were talking about great love. Heart stopping, body aching, end-up-in-a-padded -room kind of love.  In the movie version of this dinner the pie would be Jade.

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Written by etinnyo

July 4, 2012 at 6:27 pm

Posted in 17, Art, Food, New York, Pie

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