Vera Beck resembled one of those African-American matriarchs who, once upon a time, were thought of as saints—a woman in her twilight years whose culinary expressiveness was like a gift she bestowed upon the people she loved. In the few short years we had together at the Cleveland Plain Dealer, Vera taught me a few life lessons while showing me the way to light and flaky buttermilk biscuits.
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