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Listen: Nik Sharma’s Recipe for Manchow Soup

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Nik Sharma’s got you covered this fall with his One. He talks to Jesse about how what started off as a kitchen remodel turned into an entire house remodel, his and his father’s love of photography, and his One: Manchow Soup. Nik Sharma is a food writer, cookbook author and recipe developer. You can follow him on Instagram and Twitter @abrowntable.

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Manchow Soup

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