Making pretzels was a disaster. This is a picture of a couple of the best! And they tasted worse than they look.
It's Lent. Pretzels look like monks praying with their arms crossed. At least, that's what they're supposed to represent.
Tomorrow, I'm going to a "My Favorite Poem" event. I tried to find something apos pro to our times. I looked back to the six...
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