I’m off to where I can safely say tomayto and not get asked where I’m from. Until I say something like “half past two” – then they ask if I’m visiting and don’t believe I was born there. Never mind.
The next post will be from 5,000 miles and many time zones away.
And this post is simply a public declaration that, no matter how amusing I find airplane food – and I do! – I shall eat in moderation for the next day. But I will still love the idea of that cold bun with the solid butter that somehow tastes SO good. On reflection, maybe it tastes good in comparison to the re-heated chicken.
And I will not touch the coffee – not for weight loss reasons but because I’m pretty sure it can do permanent damage to one’s taste buds.
It’s good to see Mardee and Gracie around. Donna, where are you? And Tina?
And to everyone else, please say hello and tell us a bit of your story. Millie
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