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True West: Family Cooking in Las Vegas

By Beth Kracklauer
In a buff-colored, terracotta-shingled suburban development at the western edge of Las Vegas's steady spread into the surrounding desert, the Bunker house is a very pleasant place to be on a Sunday afternoon. Bowls and cutting boards and fresh vegetables and herbs cover the island at the center of the kitchen, where various Bunkers are gathered, all of them busy. As Morgan Bunker—a 43-year-old PR executive with a thick thatch of silver hair—reaches for the avocados, his petite, blonde mother, Carole, claps her hands. "Oh, goody. You're working on the guac." Keep reading »
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