As soon as Ruthie Rogers tells me she “had to meet somebody in a car park” in Pisa with cash “for a farinata pan” some years ago, I know that’s the lede for the New York Times piece about farinata for which I’m interviewing her. We’re on the phone—me in my Connecticut garage office, she at lunch (at what sounds like a restaurant terrace) in London with …
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