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Listen: Bonus Episode: Bettina Makalintal Talks Crispy Glazed Tofu

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We’re dropping a bonus episode in our feed this week of our newest pod baby. It’s called The One Recipe and it’s all about that ONE?magic,?indispensable?recipe that you simply can’t live without!

This week, Host Jesse Sparks talks to Bettina Makalintal about bike love, thriller novels, and her One, a recipe for?Crispy Glazed Tofu. Bettina is a food and culture writer, and currently a Senior Reporter at Eater. You can find her recipe on Instagram @the.one.recipe or at?theonerecipe.org. You can find more from Bettina on home cooking on Twitter and TikTok @bettinamak, and on Instagram @crispyegg420

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