A few winters ago, Trevor and I spent a night at Catbird Cottage. While the little soaps in the bathroom and trinkets on the shelves—and their cat, and the perfectly squeaky buttered mushrooms at breakfast—were lovely additions to our stay, they paled in comparison to our host, Melina's complete collection of Donna Hay Magazine back issues.
Melina joined in as I oohed and aahed my way through all the chiaroscuro-ed vegetables, messily unmessy cheese sprinkles, and fairylike vegetable ribbons. I was, then, aspiring to work in food media, Melina very much seated in it, and Hay, to us both, its supreme overlord.
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