It's been an interesting year in my little speck of the world, but I'm grateful for it all...including my dad who makes sweet potato ravioli with the same precision that he uses when tying flies.
And I'm thankful for you, too.
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What's a nasty bite?
My grandfather called her Sunshine. And when my grandmother wanted a simple meal, she called it a nasty bite. Sometimes that meant a bowl of homemade soup -- other times just a Little Debbie snack cake.
But more than food, it was often a memory or a moment that went beyond sustaining life to making it.
Those are the moments I seek. So like Sunshine, I'm just looking for a nasty bite too.
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