Arre, that’s all very well, all this talk of ‘authentic’ paella and which village grandmother’s recipe is the true one, but tell me—kashe you manage when the fishmonger’s son brings you a pomfret that’s too small for the curry but too costly to throw back? In my shop, a crooked cut on a school blouse means I unpick every stitch, no matter how late it gets. My mother’s rule: if the garment isn’t right, the customer doesn’t pay. Fair is fair, and a shortcut on the plate or on the sewing machine just leaves a bitter taste.
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