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Cucumbers

Some people say cucumbers taste better pickled. They come out wrinkled and cold, their verdant skins hardened and crisp. One crushing bite reveals a soft yellow center, soured cells seeping embalming vinegar. Feathery dill disintegrates, bringing biting flavor to our cryogenic sandwich toppers But, some people say cucumbers taste better pickled.
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Nov 9, 2013
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