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I love you most of all, my favorite vegetable
I walked in to the soup kitchen on Thursday morning to find Monica, the kitchen manager, almost in tears, in a state of awe. There were 10 or 11 boxes on the floor by the steam table, the most beautiful produce I've ever seen, glistening and alive and gorgeous and...
Let me ride through the wide-open country that I love
When we got to the Eastern Prom yesterday morning before 10, the whole place was buzzing. The entire street that runs along the promenade was blocked off, and men in reflective yellow vests directed cars to park on side streets. On the great lawn that slopes steeply...
Closest to the bone, sweeter is the meat
Of course, being a dedicated eater, and a woman, I’ve always had to reckon with the risk of weight gain, to balance sensual indulgence with sensible moderation. I was a skinny kid, a happy glutton who ran around outside for hours a day. That all changed when I left...