Good Food  Eating a bruised McIntosh apple lifts me out of Chinatown where no one is cheering on this hot Indian Summer.  Feeling the soft spot through the skin under the thumb in time with a bite brings back dirty hands reaching for fruit, twisting the gift from the branch.  I am on mother’s shoulders for…

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