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Felice Friese
Guest
I just don't understand all those mothers who are reluctant
to be treated to something special.
Yesterday my daughter and son-in-law invited me for Cajun-
coated shrimp fried in (gasp!) bacon fat, grits with a
fantastic deep, dark gravy that started with bacon and
morels, and a so much of a luscious white wine that I ended
up sleeping over rather than driving home. (Do they love me
or are they trying to kill me?)
And when I did leave, it was with a bunch of hugs from the
grands and a mammoth, deep blue hydrangea.
Now what's wrong with THAT, for heaven's sake?
Felice
to be treated to something special.
Yesterday my daughter and son-in-law invited me for Cajun-
coated shrimp fried in (gasp!) bacon fat, grits with a
fantastic deep, dark gravy that started with bacon and
morels, and a so much of a luscious white wine that I ended
up sleeping over rather than driving home. (Do they love me
or are they trying to kill me?)
And when I did leave, it was with a bunch of hugs from the
grands and a mammoth, deep blue hydrangea.
Now what's wrong with THAT, for heaven's sake?
Felice