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The Last Organ Grinder

Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal, some people spell them awful. Scottish chefs can do them right Haggis, a meal, out of sight. Making a proper meatball sandwich is virtual what-not-who and which needing perhaps some extra spice supply it with a bit of Scotch hype. The last, best organ 'grinder' that I got was on Panera Bread’s French baguette, hot. Barrel-shaped bread held tight as treasure the tin cup for the drink of my pleasure.

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Date: 11/23/2023 7:44:00 AM
Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed your wonderful/creative/fun write. When do we eat??? Have a great/wonderful day writing away...........
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Date: 11/22/2023 12:01:00 PM
Interesting take on the contest.. congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 11/22/2023 2:02:00 PM
I thank you, Silent One. I supposed you the host, might disregard my attempts at humor for your unique prompt of an Organ Grinder. I thought of my granny's sausage dressing (Thanksgiving season as it is) from which I could never determine the ingredients. I appreciate the placement and wish you a Happy Thanksgiving Day tomorrow however you celebrate. We have a new great grandson, a week and two days old tomorrow. He is our first third generation descendant.

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