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Ballpark food, DIY-style

Ballpark food, DIY-style

Spring has been a total tease this year—how many times have we collectively thought “OK, that’s it for winter FINALLY!” and the next day the fucking harbor is frozen?—but I think now for really real we might be out of the woods. I guess this time of year is sort of the equinox or whatever marking the longest stretch one can go without a true ballpark dog—bloated, sweaty, and wan, stewed just so by a few innings in hot hot-dog water, jostled about by the hot-dog gal or guy, the junk-food equivalent of Madeira wine, if you will. Awesomely gross hot dogs not your thing? Well, we are lucky enough to now have a stadium that offers foods that diverge...

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