My Favorite Lunch

A flavorful day on the prairie

"Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage." -Woody Allen I stood next to the pickup truck and stared at the rolling hills of grass and wheat stubble. They seemed to march away into the dawn, pushed by the constant wind that fell from the distant mountains behind me. There was still frost on the grass from the night before, and it lingered in the long shadows cast by the low morning sun. As the light advanced, the bejeweled fields retreated, glistening for a few moments in their glory before the frost melted.

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