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By MELISSA CLARK
Published: April 30, 2010
ALL winter long I fantasized about the sorrel on my deck, a gift from my mother last spring. On the bleakest of afternoons, I’d dream up myriad plans for cooking with that first batch. My husband, Daniel, served as a sounding board. More
