“How is it served?” he asks, his voice between a groan and a growl. “The marrow, I mean.” I watch, mesmerized at the slow movement along his stubbled throat. I swear I can feel my skin tingling as my internal temperature rises. Who knew talking about bone marrow could get me this worked up? “Sometimes they cut the bone lengthwise and you can just scrape your knife along the hollow part of the bone and out comes the marrow,” I say. “And sometimes they cut it into chunks and the marrow’s in the middle, so you scrape out as much as you can, but there’s almost always some left, so the best way to
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