by Sally Kohn

The directions we were given warned us to take it slow on the driveway and keep an eye out for stray farm animals and potholes. As we pulled into the half-gravel, half-mud parking lot, the sun was just setting.

The distant hills were awash in shades of red while the farmhouse emanated the orange glow of candlelight and old lamps. Inside we would soon find a jubilant group, each rolling and cutting homemade gnocchi with one hand while sloshing a glass of wine in the other.

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