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  • This morning brought memories flooding of summers past as I cooked and ate the first of the season fried tomatoes. There has never been a summer without them.

    Torrents of:
    endless beach walks
    banquets of Maryland steamed crabs
    corn on the cob
    tomato sandwiches
    crab soup
    fried tomatoes
    body surfing
    sunburned salt chapped lips cooled by iced tea
    my parents
    my sisters
    imaginary horses tied up waiting as we finished pancakes at the Pancake House
    my grandmother
    Dickie's and JuJu's beachfront cottage
    the boardwalk in Ocean City
    salt water taffy
    sand filled bathing suits
    wave-lulled sleep
    writing poetry
    dolphin sightings
    sand crabs
    my dad's deathly slow crawl swimming beyond the breakers
    my mom standing at waves' edge holding a raft but never going in
    playing cards
    loving life

    Funny how one small dish can recreate a lifetime of associations, an even longer lifetime of longing.
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