Dead Ringer for Yorkshire Meatloaf

“It’s an American dish!” So said one of my girlfriend’s family members when she cooked this meatloaf for them a couple of weeks ago. I get where they’re coming from. I tend to think of it as a North American dish, too. It conjures images of American moms from 1960s sitcoms you never watched serving up…

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Blackberry Ketchup

Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and…

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