Walking there, through the grey, dreary back route, avoiding the bustling popular streets, I was met with every color of tulip all in peak bloom. I figured if they could be kept after amidst the winos and falling druggies, surely I should be okay.
this is a blog about the food in my life. what I eat, what I wanna eat, what I make, what I bake, what I wanna make and bake, ideas and recipes. it's also my thoughts on food or stories behind the meals. The lyric references are from my lifelong love of classic rock and funk and from working a hunnerd years in music retail.
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