Hassan:
[narrating]
And my mother was my instructor.
Mama:
The sea urchins taste of life, don't you think ? Life has its own flavor. Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.
Hassan:
[narrating]
It was an education for all of the senses.
Mama:
But to cook, you must kill. You make ghosts. You cook to make ghosts. Spirits that live on in every ingredient.
Hassan:
[narrating]
But mostly, I was taught.
Hassan:
[Slurping]
How to taste.
Mama:
Can you taste them?
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