Why we eat. Why we drink. Why we write.
“Well, I’ll eat it,” said Alice, “and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!”
A Premonition of Winter: Grilled Jerusalem Artichoke Salad with Red Onion and Olives
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