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Ann wanted a proper barbecue for our dearest pals as we luxuriated in our rustic beach house (sandy sheets, clothes hanging everywhere, tomato sandwiches and corn for breakfast). We decided ribs, brisket, baked beans, and mac and cheese would anchor whatever other offerings our friends brought.
Happily, two days earlier I’d bought and prepped a chicken f…
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