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In college, my buddies and I took pride in getting the most beer possible into our glasses. We'd heckle any bartender who filled the top inch or two with foam.
Chefs know it. The Food Network preaches it. Amateur cooks admit it: Freshly picked herbs are more delicious than anything you'll find on a spice rack.
My mother owned 40 acres in upstate New York, and when she died, she left it to her children. It is precious land, with an old-growth forest of magnificent 200-year-old oaks and maples.
On her big day, nobody had to know that Rebecca Sweeney made her own bouquet. Or made her own table centerpieces or designed and printed her own invitations.
HELSINKI, Finland — During my life, I've had mad love affairs with cities — London, Paris, Buenos Aires, Sydney, Hong Kong. The symptoms are the usual ones associated with a romance — palpitations at the thought of seeing it again, perfect bliss in its company and pangs of sorrow at having to leave it.