The comforting smell of roasting chicken, peppers, shallots, and garlic; the thunder scoffing and grumbling; the rain tickling the windows; Susan Graham lulling us into a pre-dinner stupor; the children drawing, coloring, painting; the flow of random thoughts from E...these are the rich colors upon the canvas of my soul.
Posted by Rae at August 12, 2005 07:08 PMTest
Posted by: Rae at August 15, 2005 09:58 AMgarlic; a good thing.
Posted by: chris Muir at August 15, 2005 01:19 PMThe Chris Muir?
Wow....
Now, yes, garlic, I couldn't live without it.
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