Why ? Well I agreed to have breakfast with friend Darlene. She wanted to wait till 8:30. O, I hope I make it till then. What are friends for? I drank some juice and I will be O. K.
Not a lot to write about so maybe I will have to make up something. I think my readers would understand. It is raining today and "I love a rainy day" Call me weird but dreary days are my style. I can still remember how rain sounded and felt when I was a little girl. It seemed people acted different and I liked it. It reminds me of making soup. If I did not already have plenty in the freezer, I would make some. My mama could make good soup. She made it with a "soup bone." The friendly butcher would give you one for the asking. Nice beefy one. I make it with chicken now, but it turns out good. A little different every time because as you know I make it with left over frozen bits of veggies and onion (lots) and I love the taste of canned creamed corn. O my I may make some and have a party. No, just too much trouble these days to have a party. My, my, How I do fill a page with chatter.
Almost time for breakfast.
Betty (wish she could ear pancakes) Boop
P. S. I loved the soup at old George
school-1-6. Or maybe it was the smell as we went down the stairs to the basement to the lunch room. Funny how rain brings memories. Little Dot
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- Dot
- Welcome to the world as I see it. A place to call my own and write about my daily life. I have many memories but there's always room for many more stories and advenetures to come.
1 comment:
It's funny...soup crossed my mind this morning. I remember you making it with the bone from the Sunday pot roast.
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