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Cellar Door: like water for chocolate
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Like water for chocolate. Just irresponsibly finished "like water for chocolate." I love Spanish writers who twist a little bit of mysticism in their stories. Esquivel. Also used so many recipes that it made my heart hurt for home and the foods that are just as good as the feeling you get when your mommy wipes away your tears. Making Christmas candy and Texas Trash means waking up at the butt crack of dawn and heading to Grammy's. Cold outside. I can always rely on Christmas to bring me boogers. We made ...
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Cellar Door: ...it lasts longer
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Maybe she stood in pictures like that because she was unhappy. She lost her mother when she was six. She was raised by her Uncle because her father suffered from Parkinson's. She married a man she loved only to find him to be an alcoholic. She lost everything she had.twice. I think her life did not turned out as she imagined it would have, but that did not matter to her. In all of her grief, she found hope. Grammy still loved beyond measure, and she loved you the way you needed to be loved.
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Cellar Door: dirty, rotten, no good day.
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Dirty, rotten, no good day. The gentleman who subbed for our human sexuality class today smelled so strongly of afternoon coffee with Papa that I had to bite my tongue to hold back tears. I'm not really a cryer, but there are just some days when they come with strong smells. I could hear his shuffled step as he paced from the sink to the stove, water to coffee pot. He tried to do this quietly, but the click-clack of his tiny heels gave him away. He poked his head around the corner. Well howdy, Brother...