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.
Showing posts with label Homies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homies. Show all posts
Friday, July 9, 2021
Sprinklin' the Scene, Makes it all Clean, When I Think of Home
Newly painted bedroom walls required each item in the room to be wiped down, properly cleaned and dusted, including my collection of Homies who received a nice bubble bath along with the only relics I've kept in the present, including my rubber stomach given to me by my doctor for my first ulcer at 16. The ulcer, either the price paid for early bad habits or from the cause of them. I've kept the toy organ as a trophy, because the doctor made such a big fuss as if I had done something incredible developing a bleeding ulcer so early in life.
Labels:
blue walls,
Homies,
paint job,
pantry chili,
relics,
Stefanie Mills
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