Sanjiv Beri

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I came home with a sore throat. My grandmother reached for the cloves. She crushed a few into a spoon of honey and handed it to me. "Slowly," she said. The jar lived on a shelf beside the other spices. She always knew exactly when to reach for it. To everyone else in that kitchen, she was just cooking. Ginger with cloves after a heavy meal. Warm milk with cloves before bed. Cinnamon and cloves in tea when we had eaten too many sweets. A different pairing for almost everything. Cloves do contain eugenol, a compound…

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