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10–12
servingsComplex
By Jayne Cohen
Published 2000
He was in the oxygen tent when I walked in.
“Did you bring them, dollek?”
“Yes, Gramp.” The sick-sweet hospital smell receded before the warm, heady scents of garlic and pepper mixed with rich tobacco as I unwrapped the hot pastrami sandwich, sour pickle, and expensive cigar.
We both knew it was going to be his last meal. He was now ninety-four, and cancer of the lymphatic system coursed rapidly through his body.
Though well-lubricated with fat (why bo