Shewoulddonherpaleyellowandwhitecheckedapron,liketheconductorwould don his cummerbund.Fortifiedwithawoodspoonthesymphonyofsmellsandsoundswouldcommence.Softrunningwatertorinsefreshlyharvestedscallionsandbasilwoulddripinthecolander,whilefreshlyrenderedbacongreasecracklesintheskillet.Dried-outcornbreadandbiscuitsfoundthemselvestossedonthecounterasgreenpeppers,mushroomsandcheeseweretakentotheblade.
Well I think I need to find my box of kleenex, this is so touching. Just wonderful
Made me think of my grandmother. Grandmothers are angels to us.
They are truly special. Just hope I can be as special to my granddaughter some day.
Love this one, very nice
I think this is a triplet.... it's all related in a wonderful, warm, loving remembrance. Vivid, enticing, respectful. Just what traditions are supposed to pass on to the next generations, you've done your part Cherrie, in living, loving color.
Well I think I need to find my box of kleenex, this is so touching. Just wonderful
Made me think of my grandmother. Grandmothers are angels to us.
They are truly special. Just hope I can be as special to my granddaughter some day.
Love this one, very nice
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