Spitball Army

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Shake-A Pudd’n / Zotz / Der Wienerschnitzel

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8/1/11. Faded sign beside the greasy spoon: 50 Years of Quality Food and Service. On the door, a sticker: Serving You Since 1938.

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The July 24th home-grown kitchen lesson: skinning tomatoes, in prep for making tomato sauce.

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I give up on those Bush’s Grillin’ Beans. They keep falling though the barbecue grate.

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An amazing hamburger, served with tomato, pickles and pesto that originated in my backyard vegetable garden.

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At book club, the woman sits in the corner, occasionally punctuating the discussion with an “Mm HMM!” She only came for the pizza.

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This $1.50 roll of Necco Wafers was larger when I was 9. Then, I traded a 10¢ roll for a Topps Johnny Bench card, now worth $300.

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Granny’s kitchen smells of hot, fried bean empanadas. The dominant scent at Gramma’s: the Listerine with which she bathes her dog.

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Our traditional holiday cranberry plate: a cylindrical gelatin shaped like a tin can. Now, we fork-mash it, to make it appetizing.

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