anew there are the aversions ... some I will not think or talk about to this day...
It took awhile to enjoy cold food in parts. And the food that is usually warm I had cold. The times sitting in Mums kitchen and I have not uttered a word. And then other times not being able to stop oohing and whatever to a delectable taste.
And that visit to a Nantwich tea room in the North of England etched on my memory from just this summer passed... an Olympic one ... The food so sensationally delicious that the daughters partner wished he had what we raved on about to this day ....
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