When I was a child, I would sometimes wake up at night to the aroma of frying ga…
When I was a child, I would sometimes wake up at night to the aroma of frying garlic. Teased out of bed by the warm, nutty fragrance, I would pad downstairs to the kitchen in my footed pajamas to find my younger brother, similarly clad, already sitting on the counter.
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