Because it was chicken. Grilled bone-in breast with garlic rub, corn on the cob, new potatoes. Zzzzzz. I told you I was going to record what I ate.
Regarding the image to left, I once got a birthday card with this cowboy and rooster on the front. Inside it read, "This man has a big cock."
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But did you do the ever-amazing cajun corn?
Or was the corn a snooze, too?
And speaking of food, I think we're probably all due for some potato pancakes here soon.
Jussssst a thought.
Zoë. Your daughter.
Some day I will show up for dinner too. I will eat anything you are having and I will be very grateful for it. I am sure it will taste wonderful no matter what it tastes like. Potato pancakes could taste like either or. I'll be into it. It might be a surprise but I am sure you will be okay with it when I arrive. Especially since I have given you advanced notice.
Thank you so much for adding me to your blog roll. It made me smile and melt. I like the internet. These spaces are nice. I am going to give my dad your email address too. I think you two may have some things in common.
Oh, and I think that card is great.
An open invitation to all for potato pancakes. my house. any time you say. with applesauce. and sour cream. and an extra place at the table for Second Skin. plus one.
Thank you! Big huge smile!
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