
On Sunday, the first through-and-through sunny day of spring, we had a picnic. We packed bags with blankets, glasses, tin plates, knives and forks; filled a cool bag with beer; carried metal bowls of taramasalata, hummus, labneh, quail’s eggs, pickle…
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