There really is no place like home.
Often, when my brother and I are home, my parents let us make food requests. When I was in college, I'd always ask my mom to make lasagna. This past weekend, my brother asked my dad to grill steaks and my mom to make mashed potatos. Earlier this week, I requested caramel corn. Today, my dad complied with the request.
If there's a heaven, I firmly believe it smells similar to our house right now. And, there are mountains of my dad's caramel corn for everyone to enjoy.
t
If there's a heaven, I firmly believe it smells similar to our house right now. And, there are mountains of my dad's caramel corn for everyone to enjoy.
t
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Obviously, if New Belgium had been an option, it would've been on the table. Unfortunately, all my parents had in stock was a bottle of cabernet, some whisky, and a few bottles of Coors Light. I think I made the right choice.
Posted by
North Maple |
10:38 AM
You are so midwestern. i love it.
Posted by
Nicole Renee |
3:41 PM