where in the sentence “salting, smoking, and curing” is there forgiveness?

The Haven

if only all of us were privy to a warm shell of seasoned meat

Great Lost Bear

feeling skeptical as the northern version of spicy is, well, not

Local 188

we share many things (train rides, stained mugs, pickles, dreams) but brunch is sacred

Duck Fat

the things that move us; holy trinity of spud, fowl grease and fungus