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Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.

M. F. K. Fisher

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M. F. K. Fisher
Age: 83 †
Born: 1908
Born: July 3
Died: 1992
Died: June 22
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Michigan
M.F.K. Fisher
Mary Frances Kennedy Fisher
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