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| Postcard from the Olympics: Forced to cook, I grilled for the gold They seated me and, perhaps sensing my cluelessness, my server pointed to an item on the menu that I should order. Perfect, I said. They immediately started bringing bowls of sauces and lettuce and other food items that I couldn't name if my life depended on it. The server placed a skillet over a burner ...
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