A zen-like atmosphere of continual bliss, we took our muddies runners and ran for home – perplexed and somewhat puzzled as to the nature of one mother’s state of stare . Hiding behind a veil of underrated labor were her makings of a delicious dinner

Delicately enthused and thrust-ed toward the plates were our favourite red rooster potatoes – piped to the point of streaming hot heat and vigorous proclamation . Where-in we would playfully cram ourselves into the remaining chairs as addled as the person who sits before us …

To reach and teach the tides of our bellies how to dance – a most satisfactory and earned energetic d-a-n-c-e

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