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Sunday, December 23, 2012

Ode to pickled ginger

The crazy thing about pickled
ginger is the taste so strong

It's like somebody figured out
(sans fizz) how to get a whole can
of ginger ale, make the sweetness go
away and fit the whole remaining taste
into a pale, slightly crunchy slightly
slimy folded-over piled-up item. Now

it's sitting there looking at you, or
you it. Are you going to eat that?

If you know what's good for you.

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