A LONG TIME AGO I was in Crete, eating lunch with a large group of visitors, mainly food writers, a lunch that had been cooked by the people of the village we were in. A chance came for several of us to see the oven where some of the bread had been baked. A woman led us to her house, where the masonry oven, still cooling from the morning's baking, was b…
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