Wild rice salad? Check.
Sweet and sour pickles? Check.
Platinum blondies? Check.
Elderberry flower liqueur lemonade? Check.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
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