Even before I open my eyes in the morning, when senses are at their dullest, the first thing I’ve been noticing lately is the pungency of
ramps. I’m not sure whether it’s my breath, clothes, or skin pores, but I’m guessing that pouring a boiling red pepper broth over wild leeks is enough to trump Febreze freshness.
Did it sound like I was complaining? I’d pickle a truckload of
ramps in this way if I could. The smell isn’t anything that Axe and Listerine can (...)
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