Lillian takes a deep breath to calm herself, and she smells her mother beside her, perspiration and green onion and the singed, nutty scent of buckwheat groats tossed from one side of the skillet to the other in a perfect, nonchalant brown arc.

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At McCrady's, Mr. Brock serves a buckwheat ice cream made by steeping toasted groats in a custard base.

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