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I can tell you exactly when I conceived a desire to talk to the author of A Garlic Testament. It was Thanksgiving six and a half years ago, when a bad tooth kept me from driving up to Dutchess County in rural New York to share turkey with an old friend’s huge Russian Jewish family. Claimed by a sweet lassitude induced by fever, I curled up in my favorite chair under a blanket and spent the whole day reading a book I’d discovered on the shelves of our local library. From the moment I read the epigraph taken from Edith Wharton, I knew something was up. Sipping tea in the wan light of a...

Tuesday, May 1, 2007
by Patricia Klindienst • localflavor magazine