this season i was reminded of where our family is from...who we are, the smells of our favorite biscuits and turkey gizzards and boiled custard only the boys drink and that chocolate pie i remove the meringue from before devouring. it looks pretty but id rather just eat the warm chocolate and crust. Aunt bettye makes the best.
our day of nosh and sleeping turned into exploration and nostalgia at its best...uncle tom's model trains in the attic and old photos (we could barely keep our laughter under a roar).
it was good.
1 comments:
love that!!
-Nicole
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