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Garlic Bread, a poem

    Baugettes, Fire Island Rustic Bakeshop, Anchorage. [TWCarns Photo] Garlic Bread Streamlined torpedo. Exterior, a hard brittle crust, but it’s a sham. At your core, you are soft and yielding.   Indulgent tang of garlic minced in butter. My … Continue reading

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