My son is an excellent cook. He's teaching his daughter and his girlfriend to cook. I already know how to cook but for the life of me can't imagine why I'd want to!
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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- Picasso Trilogy by John Richardson
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- In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
2 comments:
Please tell me Isabelle is standing on a box!?
What? You think she looks a little tall for a 6 year old :) She's becoming a handful at times, but is mostly still sweet. And loves helping Dad cook.
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