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First-CourseEasy
Published 2000
When I was growing up in San Francisco, cioppino, made with Dungeness crab, was a treat reserved for church dinners and mildly raucous social gatherings. The dish wouldn’t fit into a formal setting because the cracked crab was simmered, shell and all, in thick bright red tomato sauce—requiring everyone to wear a bib. The bibs always had cute little sayings on them, which made it impossible for the guests to take themselves seriously.
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