Almost there!
This morning the guys had cereal, juice and toast. I had my crackers, yogurt and hot drink.
For lunch I cooked rice, stripped the chicken that was left over, put the meat into the wok, added a chicken stock cube, frozen veg and some fresh herbs from my garden.
I ate it.
Sean ate it.
Niall ate it
Sean’s [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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