April is the cruellest month, wrote T.S. Elliot. It’s cruel, he implies, because it disturbs. But, in April, something starts to happen. Here is the end of this part of the poem.
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Resolve to evolve. 2017 is going to be a year of change. Huge change. Well, ok, change. Change is good.
My pen in hand, my hat askew, / and the interviewee asks, who are you?
I have much to learn. The meat has much to tell.
Our theme is summer sights. What is a more beautiful summer sight than a BBQ? Of course, this is the Flavourguy’s rhetorical question.
Mom never made a bad dish. If it wasn’t good, it never got to the table.
At the market there are no more live chicken men. Well, of course, the men and women at the market are alive, but real poultry purveyors are as rare as the milkman in a horse-drawn wagon.