My Last Tomato

The last tomato is an annual rite of passage for me. The calendar told me that autumn had begun officially more than two weeks earlier. Yet summer for me endured…

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Y’all Get Fat Now, Hear?

Southerners, perhaps more than any other Americans, have a love affair with their food. Of late however, the relationship between Americans south of the Mason/Dixon line and their food has…

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