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Lobster and Campari cake: what it meant to cook for my dying father

Steavenson family memories are food memories

Photo: Wendell Steavenson

The last time Dad was released from hospital we thought we were taking him home to die. He was very weak and confused. He could barely sit up on the edge of the bed to eat, two of us sat on either side to steady him. We fed him chicken broth and mashed potato, pastina with a little butter, yogurt and honey. He could not hold a spoon. On the third day I asked him if he would like an aperitif. He looked up with a…

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