I had donuts for breakfast, because adult, and it made me think of this childhood song which I imagine you all know: Oh, I went downtown and I walked around the block and I went right into a pastry shop. I fished me a donut…
Tag: childhood memories
As long-term readers of this blog may remember, I come from a highly refined and gentle background. Shut up! The recent food-centric holiday got me thinking about the table etiquette with which I grew up. (<–No preposition at the end of the sentence) There was,…
One of Charlie’s sisters has bought a big house in conjunction with one of her sons, his wife, and their two children. It’s more-or-less two houses in one, so she can be independent and yet not alone. We went there for Charlie’s family’s Christmas Eve…
