March 10

I decided not to eat the skin on my baked chicken. I know in my head that the skin is not good for me, but in my heart, I love skin. I even like the crispy skin on grilled fish. It was a real hardship not to eat that skin. But I prevailed. I won't tell you that when I went back to the kitchen, I licked the herbs off of that skin. That was enough to make me not feel deprived. I do love fat. Now that I think about it, so did my father. Give me a steak with a border of fat and I will show you a happy eater. You will never see a border of fat left on my plate. It must be in my genes.Like father, like daughter. I don't think that I passed this on to my children. They don't know what they are missing.

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29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

19.07 | 12:33

That lavender sounds very nice!

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