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Saturday, March 21, 2009
My Private Chef
Theo cooked us breakfast this morning: perfectly scrambled eggs with cheese and tomatoes, and fresh berries (washed and cut). He is my tiniest chef.
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Ilaria
I am an ex-journalist and a mother of two boys. I live in Los Angeles. I am a traveler, an adventurer, a writer. These are my philosophical investigations -- from the kitchen, the playground, and the streets of LA.
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