Ordinarily there wouldn’t be anything special about this two-egg spinach omelette next to wedges of butter and cheese laden focaccia. Sure, it was finished with black Icelandic salt flakes, and it made a pretty picture. Big deal. What’s significant here is that this was the first thing I cooked for myself at home and enjoyed at a leisurely pace since leaving my last restaurant job,

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