tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830346712247662354.post3152426095034815915..comments2023-10-09T14:55:57.937-04:00Comments on Sex. Food. Life. Love.: Walk In The Shadow Of Love!Michael Bryan http://www.blogger.com/profile/00123659241186867604noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830346712247662354.post-48474075141666140552010-04-22T06:46:11.277-04:002010-04-22T06:46:11.277-04:00Wow...Buddah, love, Indian food and maternal flatu...Wow...Buddah, love, Indian food and maternal flatulence. This must have been an excerpt from your R-rated one-man show? Painfully funny. I don't remember mom tooting away while she cooked...but, I do remember the opened cottage cheese container in the middle of the table with a spoon jammed in the center. I also remember the best homemade white bread on planet Earth. We'd smother it with butter and feel the love. Pies were another of mom's achievements which is probably why you love to make pies :) All so long ago.......... XO Last night we had fish with curry, onion and coconut milk....yum....Joyfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10375233382973569614noreply@blogger.com