W was chopping celery to make a soup stock – the aroma caught my attention from across the room. The produce here is bursting with flavor – the garlic has a musty tone that’s just … just … slurp. We have a butcher 3 doors down on the street, W was buying beef for Boeuf Bourguignon. The butcher was getting frustrated, we realized after the event, because W was trying to buy too good of a cut of beef. He relented and took what was proffered. Eating it was a light-bulb moment – despite being the cheapest cut of beef the butcher had – it just melted in the mouth (ugh cliche). I could live in this town … if W’s cooking …