OTTOLENGHI MUSHROOM PARCELS
Nine summers ago, I found myself walking around London trying to find ways to entertain and feed (then two-year-old) Otis. P was doing research for his dissertation, which left Otis and me with weeks to explore the city. As I pushed Otis' stroller through Notting Hill one morning, we stumbled upon a charmingly narrow and bright storefront with plates of tantalizing goodies in the window
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