Driving home from that Walmart parking lot, the car smelled of sulphrous garlic funk, and I could not have been happier. I opened the window to catch a warm whiff of mud, and the world finally felt like spring. With fresh garlic chives in the bag, I felt a familiar but rusty hankering for a certain egg pancake I always make when I have the means.(more)
Flash in the Pan
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