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Oct 19, 2012, 09:18 PM
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When I feel myself slipping, I like to start cooking. I get grandiose recipes and ingredients fit for a king. I put on my apron and turn up the music. I call my kids in the kitchen with me. We mix, we roll, we laugh, we cry. We make the best damn food your tongue ever had the pleasure to know. But most of all, we live another day to laugh and cry again. Great thread. Yours truly, Lightbulb7 
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