Writing2016
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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 