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9.8.09

BH.net: Nebraska to Senegal, more new writing

1. And finally, to Nebraska, for a slice of politics you probably haven't heard. By Stefanie Wasserman:
It was 1988. Lorenzo's town council, the descendants of Italian tomato growers, voted by a show of hands from the original Godfather's Parlor, that thick-crusted pie was too culturally elite.

The result was a little-known law, drafted and signed by Dole.
It regulates that pizza West of the Mississippi will be replaced by thin red-stained corrugated cardboard. Cheese is optional.
Read "The Retro Republicans: Dole's American Pie" >>


2. If you aren't up-to-do date with Part I of new writing, you might want to read here and learn about Eva Peskin, our voice from Senegal. She continues to parts 3 and 4 of her series, starting with a cup (or 3) of tea:
You put the mint in too early.
No she didn't, you have to let it steep for a bit in the pot.
No, no, no. You put it in right before you serve it or else you steam off all of the flavor.
You don't know what you are talking about!
Me? You don't know anything.
Read "Ataaya" >>


3. In addition to being an excellent tea-maker, Eva is also a gut-wrenchingly honest person.
And then Maurice comes in. I look down, trying to seem engrossed in my food, hoping he hasn't seen me. My bubble of private enjoyment has burst, and I have to sit soaking in the wetness, for everyone to see. I am privately embarrassed for trying so hard to avoid socializing with someone who is probably very nice. I am publicly embarrassed that I let myself have such an intimate moment in such an obvious place, for now I have been found out.
Read "The Resto" >>

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