With some Christmas music playing, fresh coffee in our mugs (after I dropped raw sausage mix into my mug, I felt inclined to start over with the coffee) and bloody bits of meat clinging to our forearms, the conversation flowed.
While studying the Middle Ages this fall, I ran into a fascinating, ancient parenting philosophy: When a wealthy landowner had a son, they loved him so much that they gave him to somebody else to raise.
Did any of you get a recall notice from the FDA notifying you that your eggs might be carrying salmonella? We didn’t at our house. We’re still making cookie dough and eating it raw by the handfuls because we have become egg-independent.
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