When visiting my mother we would often go to a restaurant called Insalata, housed in a building that had been a bank when I was a child. The chef/owner met the challenge of the enormous ceilings by commissioning oversized artwork of fruits and vegetables scaled to fit the soaring walls. As I worked on these salad ingredients, I recalled the flavors of our food and the company of my mother and her friends as we lunched there.

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