The Boiling Point of the Boone Cannery: How a Socialite's Discovery Became the Most Dangerous Secret in American Food
Luzanne Boone had never before associated the month of July with anything resembling dread. For twenty-two years, July had meant the family's annual migration to the Newport cottage, where the Atlantic breeze carried salt and the promise of August regattas. July meant lemonade on the veranda, the rustle of organdy skirts at lawn parties, and the tolerable warmth of an evening that required only...
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