As I write this, I can smell these
now roasting inside a chicken, all nestled
within the dutch oven. With balsamic vinegar
poured over it and big chunks of garlic shoved
here and there.... the odor is swirling through the
house like a gypsy dancer. Slowly it begins... then
builds to a crashing glory as the oven is opened
and the lid removed. There is not a word spoken
as the golden treasure is revealed......
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