On Fighting for a Meal.

Dec 03, 2009 10:38

Back when my father was just a child of 10 or 12, he lived on a ranch with his father, mother, and sister. Now his father, my grandfather, was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, one might even say, although that never stopped him from getting done what needed to get done ( Read more... )

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juno42 May 6 2010, 06:09:07 UTC
I'm sure your sauce is just as thick, chunky and zesty as any of your ancestors. And full of all kinds of exiting and unidentifiable bits of meat, vegetable and legume.

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