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There I was at the mall for other purposes when I spied a just-in-time-for-the-holidays-but-too-late-for-summer Hickory Farms kiosk. Drawn toward it, as if by goons, I spied a childhood favorite, the beef sausage of my childhood summers. Would it, like so many other things, fail to produce the intense flavors of memory?
It took me back. Some cheeses, a few crackers, and time travel.
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