This is a true last-second meal. My dog is in the midst of some serious puppy classes every week, and the meal before these sessions has turned into a rushed affair. We usually have to leave the kitchen in...
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My grandmother, who lived in Maryland, had a wire rack that hung from the back of her kitchen door and was filled with all sorts of ancient, bizarre foodstuffs: cans of jellied beef consommé; packages of sardines; and containers...
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