Telltale signs provoke a slight melancholy weeks before the actual event. The morning air turns cooler and tomatoes hang sadly among withering yellow leaves that were once green and lush. The supply of Duke’s mayonnaise, whose nearly sole responsibility in our kitchen is to lubricate bread upon which ripe, juicy tomatoes are laid, is dwindling. […]
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