Shortly before Christmas, I set my kitchen alight while trying to make popcorn in the microwave. It was far from my proudest moment, and the shame of my culinary uselessness lingered like the smell of my smoke-damaged furniture. After 15 years living in the United States, I was dangerously close to becoming the world’s worst cook. In fact, when I caught up with a friend recently who lives in Paris, we broached the topic of living in the US. He turned down the opportunity to expand his career in Palo Alto because “they don’t seem to eat together. It’s weird.…

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