Food Allergies
Since the mushroom poisonings, I've been cautious regarding family functions.
For Father's Day, seven relatives sat, a potpourri of dishes sprawled on their laps.
"Come dine. Jesus ate with Judas; wasn't partial to carrots!"
A brother chided.
Kudos to Him. I'll munch on these filberts, thanks.
And all parties froze.
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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