Fine dining growing up

My mother had me at twenty. Within seven years, she had six children. Life got busy and she didn't have time for hobbies that didn't directly contribute to managing the household.

Mom turned the chore of cooking meals into a passion for novelty. What that woman could do with ground beef was impressive. We were poor but you would have never guessed.



by midnight lamp
under flannel sheets
reading recipes



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Toney Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 2:11 PM
I would be reading poems :) Thanks for sharing this lovely fact about your mother, Line.
Gauthier Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 2:30 PM
Thanks for your visit and comment, Mark. Much appreciated.
Krutsinger Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 10:01 AM
recipes was a surprise; I would have guessed reading novels.
Gauthier Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 10:44 AM
This is actually based on my mother who LOVED to read recipes to feed her family of 6 kids.
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