tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934577134923258154.post5557900785101720669..comments2023-04-28T10:04:04.605-03:00Comments on <center>Karla Bardanza Poems</center>: KITCHEN WITCHERYKarla B http://www.blogger.com/profile/07543222380767750041noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934577134923258154.post-2332039489349329052011-02-11T14:08:07.191-02:002011-02-11T14:08:07.191-02:00You stir great memories for me. All 12 of us would...You stir great memories for me. All 12 of us would sit in the kitchen around a picnic table with benches and 2 chairs. Dad would say grace and then we would eat all the home made food mom prepared for us. The smells were wonderful. And we as a family laughtd, joked talked around our meals. These were magical. Thanks for sharing your memories with me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934577134923258154.post-79922721934693317322011-01-17T19:56:01.530-02:002011-01-17T19:56:01.530-02:00Sounds yummy! I'll try making it.Sounds yummy! I'll try making it.dtwilighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03685452736899762625noreply@blogger.com