Just popped a poppy seed (will it make me high? hehe) and chicken casserole in the oven. It already smells wonderful since it started cooking around 30 minutes ago. It was my Aunt Jean’s recipe and my father highly recommended it. My father said he was going to stop by after work and eat lunch with me. I’m not getting my hopes up too high, though. The drugstore has been closed an hour and still no sign of him yet. There has been many a meal eaten at my kitchen table with just Maggie and I. I will survive. Actually it will a load off my shoulders. I’ve had enough psychoanalysis for a life time these days.
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I love making food from the old days. Hope you're having a good weekend!
Did I miss something? Where is Caramel?
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