The night of our second wedding anniversary, our little house looked like a candlelit postcard. I’d strung eucalyptus across the mantle, tucked tea lights in jam jars, and set out the kind of food that takes an entire day and several prayers to pull off—braised short ribs, roasted potatoes with rosemary, a salad that only looked simple because I nearly...
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