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Renegade Chef: Spring forward; eat snakes

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At this time of year, I always find myself stuck in a column conundrum. Should I gripe (again) about our silly habit of moving the clock forward every March? Or should I attempt to wax philosophically about the ribald, drunken holiday waiting just around the corner — you know, the one we’ve so brazenly concocted in the name of a saint?

 

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