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Who flipped the switch? After weeks of height-of-summer salads and cookies suddenly here we are, plunged into nights when you need a jacket. I grilled a dozen ears of corn last Thursday, alone at home, nursing a scotch on our deck in the dark, except when I raised the lid of our grill to turn the earns and and propel the toasty aroma of charred husks and corn silk into the neighborhood. See! See! Still here! I felt like a man sailing north, ignoring the portents of ice in the water and cries from the shore: Turn back! The passage will close! I want to squeeze as much grilled corn and fresh tomatoes out of the season as I can, even as their days drop faster than pages from the calendar in Citizen Kane. In case you haven’t noticed, winter squashes have appeared in the farmers market…
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Indian Born Confused Gourmet 