I was in my late twenties, sitting in a cozy Italian restaurant, eagerly digging into a plate of chicken piccata. With almost every bite, I kept getting these sudden, delightful pops of briny, almost lemony goodness. I had absolutely no clue what they were. Were they tiny olives? Some weird, exotic kind of pea? After finally summoning the courage to ask the waiter, I learned the truth. They were capers. And from that very moment, I was completely hooked. If you have ever stared at a jar of these tiny
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