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I crossed the Woonasquatucket River in search of Italian sausage...one of those cravings, you know. I found it at Tedesco's, a mere cubicle of a shop with babbling women customers, regulars from the Manton district. I bought a pound and a quarter of Italian hot for dinner. A simple prep sufficed, baking it whole for an hour and a quarter at around ( Read more... )

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