Tuesday One: Clean Food The first time a tomato tasted like a tomato, I had been in Barcelona for about four months. Gina brought home a tomàquet de penjar from the woman at Mercat de Galvany who keeps them hanging on a string by the entrance — small, ribbed, almost ugly, hung in clusters. She…

“We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked…