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Can't make this in California. If I ran water over pasta and down the drain for 15 minutes, I'd be under arrest ;) But I'm sure there are less extravagant ways to cool and rinse the pasta.

The most perfect summer treat I remember was when I was about 3 or 4. It was an ice cream called Pink Mint, that we got in cones from a little shop in Kensington, MD, near where the train came in each evening. On rather few, precious summer evenings, just after Daddy got home from work in DC, we would go to see the evening train come in, and get our Pink Mint cones. I later made a recipe from an old Joy of Cooking - soak those white mints with red-stripes around the rim and make ice cream with the soaking milk or cream - and when I tasted it, it was the exact same flavor. Which I had not planned or expected. Talk about nostalgia!

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I happened to be rapturously eating a BLT when I opened this - reveling in our small DC court win for the DC police - and reminiscing about one of the few saving graces of Middletown Ohio where I spent a few summers --the silver queen corn, beefsteak tomatoes, and cantalopes at the farm stands

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