Food
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Doc set down his dishrag and tilted his head slightly, concentrating on an invisible point in the distance. This, I’ve learned, is his thinking face. “Five,” he said with conviction, and resumed his washing. He placed a wet, soapy plate into the top shelf of his dishwasher and picked up the next one. Cleaning the…
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It was a voluptuous head of lettuce, the kind you can absolutely nuzzle into. You’ve never buried your face in a mess of lettuce leaves? You should. It will change your whole perspective on leafy greens. Scene: a sultry August evening, too hot to think. Just the right temperature for a perfectly plain salad. I held
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In 2010, I bought my first jar of mustard. No, really. I never touched the stuff as a kid. That hideous color grated on my retinas, and the strong smell scared me. It made indecent sounds as it squirted out of a plastic nozzle, an equally obnoxious shade of yellow. Why defile a perfectly good hot
Caitlin Elizabeth Pala 