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posted by
Ciel
on December 21, 2018 at 7:19 PM
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No I can't say I like pickles myself RP. Probably we are never really hungry. Yes things change and we hardly notice.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 21, 2018 at 9:55 AM
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Cheers A.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 21, 2018 at 9:51 AM
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Chutney is fun. You never know whether you are going to just love it or hate it until you try it. I haven't done a lot of cooking lately, but yesterday I made an apple dumpling dish for P.D. to take home to Phil. He just loves things like that from Grandma.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 21, 2018 at 9:51 AM
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Well I guess if you make it the taste would be great. Sadly bread is not like it used to be.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 21, 2018 at 9:50 AM
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Re: I love your descriptions of food, reminds me of things my mother knew
Thank you Pat. I noticed the lady in the blog below has placed various jars of pickled goodies. I remember m Mum pickling eggs in water glass during W.W.2. We kept chickens and eggs were rationed.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 21, 2018 at 9:48 AM
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Re: FS.
Yes it takes a good man to peel a sack of onions FS. Very true your observation.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 21, 2018 at 9:44 AM
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Onions make me cry, too. They have quite an effect...Through love, we often find our way in this world, although the journey to get there takes a lot of twists and turns.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 21, 2018 at 5:43 AM
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I love your descriptions of food, reminds me of things my mother knew
about pickling and preserving that I didn't need to know by the time I was a housewife. There have never been dill pickles quite as crisp and flavorful as those she made in a crockery tub, freshly picked cucumbers and dill from her garden, white vinegar, salt and I don't remember what else. I'm going back to read your poem again, to soak up the mood one more time. Wistful and bittersweet. 
posted by
Pat_B
on December 21, 2018 at 5:19 AM
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ooo, Banana Bread!
posted by
Ciel
on December 20, 2018 at 3:15 PM
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posted by
Annicita
on December 20, 2018 at 12:46 PM
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That was nice of Archie. The idea of those onions is not appealing to me personally though. Your poem is great in how it tells, especially at this time of year, of reminiscing about so many things from our past.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on December 20, 2018 at 12:13 PM
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