Very funny. Just the thing to read the day after’s feast. My husband cooks you know. We have a homeless newspaper in Ann Arbor. It has a home. It’s the people who sell it that are homeless. Any the how, Paul usually buys one when approached. Well it had this beautiful recipe for sweet potatoes in it. First Paul thought I should try my hand at it. He was planning to prepare New England Boiled dinner but two vegetarians were attending. As the day drew closer, Paul decided he best insure the dish’s result and volunteered to cook it too. Fine with me. I made a cherry pie to go along with the raisin pie and went upstairs to write.
The sweet potatoes were a hit. I loved them, too. I’ve been having trouble eating because I don’t have saliva and everything tastes like sawdust once two bites are forced down my throat. But I had two big helpings of the sweet potatoes with maple syrup and green onions as ingredients. Every bite was delicious. I didn’t even need water to wash down each sweet, tangy bite.
Happy Day after, you all. Rohn Federbush
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