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New York: one woman, one garden, twelve seasons.
Forage and Plant Walks and Talks
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Yes, there are meals that are eaten at the edge of the lips and the edge of the fork, with the little finger in the air, the spine erect, and with a somewhat dazed air. But that is not me.
Roger Verge, Entertaining in the French Style (1986)
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