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Patrice Johnson's avatar

Your dad was right about tomatoes! Summer afternoons I'd come home from spending hours at the pool, famished. My mom would send me out to the front stoop with my special pink metal bowl filled with whatever was coming out of the garden that day. When the tomatoes were ripe she'd pour sugar in the bottom of the bowl and I'd dip my tomato in the sugar before each bite. Heaven.

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Karla Starr's avatar

I love your input about wild rice. A must to enjoy, I would order the soup off any menu when visiting MN and it became a tradition to pick up a bag at the airport on my way home! Which "up north" lake would your family visit when you were young?

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