Talk to me

[laramie]

It's a gloomy, chilly, gray October morning. I'm all alone at home.

Remind me that there are people out there besides the ones on the tv. Tell me something you think I should know about you.

Comments

[skylarker.livejournal.com]

Grandma's watermelon pickles were little works of art: like stained glass in appearance and Sooo sweet and spicy. It's a pity she didn't pass the skill on to any of her descendents (that I know of.)

I'm a purist when it comes to condiments. Pickles are about the only thing that appeals to me. They're (dill) the only thing I'll put on burgers (aside from BBQ sauce, bacon and cheese.)