A tabouli mystery, solved

How to make the single best salad on earth—and why most western tabouli sucks

My father used to have a housekeeper named Marina who lived in our house growing up and was very much a part of my family. She passed away from cancer in 2005, at home in the Philippines, and I remember speaking to her on the phone a few days before she died. I told her that I loved her and she told me that she loved me, and we cried, and then I said “t…

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