Submitted by Emma Buls, Duluth, Minnesota I never knew I had a sour tooth until I ate sorrel soup. It was at a lunch at my Aunt Lidia’s house, in a breezy beach community hugging Port Phillip Bay, south of Melbourne. I was around 8 years old, and at this point in our lives my…
The Family Table: Sorrel Soup, Slick and Sour, Pieced Together From Scraps of Memory
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