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Dangerous by Tim Carman & The Street 45s featuring Aaron Shadwell

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Beard Oil by Tim Carman & The Street 45s from the album Live at Skate Park
Don’t Sleep by Tim Carman & The Street 45s (featuring Brian Templeton) from the album Tim Carman & The Street 45s
Glassblower by Tim Carman & The Street 45s from their debut album
Just A Little Bit by Tim Carman & The Street 45s from Talk - Action = Zero, a compilation benefitting Black Lives Matter

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💚Love Song At Lunchtime💚
We’ve gotten really good at it, but it turns out…that cheap food has enormous costs. In the same period of time that we went from spending 18 percent of our income on food to under 9 percent of our income on food, we’ve gone from spending 5 percent of our national income on health care to 17 percent of our income on health care. So we’re paying for that cheap food with our higher health care costs.
Michael Pollan to Tim Carman. Food heroes.
If you can’t go home again, you also can’t re-create the pizza of your childhood. Companies change. You change. Your palate changes. And yet: When I sat down next to the cooler to review the overhead menu ... I experienced a visceral flashback unrelated to the physical space or a vague desire to pig out like a teenager, biting into one hot, gooey slice after another. This pang, part nostalgia and part ache for lost innocence, was entirely based on smell: The aroma of freshly baked dough and melted butter unlocked some sense memory buried deep in my skull. I realized that Godfather’s had imprinted its smell on my brain, as permanent now as DNA.
our food writer Tim Carman, on revisiting Godfather's Pizza in Newmarket, Va., the location closest to D.C.