Barb baked the cornbread and we dined on this fabled dish of old.
I guess after the passing of two score and ten this treat no longer measured up my expectation. I’ll have an ice cream sundae, thank you.
Barb baked the cornbread and we dined on this fabled dish of old.
I guess after the passing of two score and ten this treat no longer measured up my expectation. I’ll have an ice cream sundae, thank you.
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It’s hard to replicate certain memories. That cornbread and milk wouldn’t be the same without me sitting on my Daddy’s lap and sharing it with him.
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I think you are absolutely correct. Maybe if I’d been back at the A&E barracks ‘neath the coconut palms it might have tasted different. Barb makes the best cornbread I’ve ever eaten. Thanks for the input. A second or third opinion some legs.
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Oh well, at least you gave it a try and you’re not left wondering 🙂
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Correct. I wonder why it took so long to meet the challenge. Thanks for the comment.
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