Because when I say, "I want something salty" at 10 p.m. on a Sunday night he cuts up two potatoes and makes me french fries.
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Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Why I love Joe.
Because when I say, "I want something salty" at 10 p.m. on a Sunday night he cuts up two potatoes and makes me french fries.
Labels:
cooking,
french fries,
Joe,
love,
lovey doveyness,
mushy anecdotes,
salt
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