It took 33 years and a marriage to reveal that I do not have a taste in food. I never was a fussy eater and the considerations of 'no food going waste bore heavily in my mind when I ate...they still do, so I eat anything without complaint. Unless, ofcourse, it's downright rotten.Hubby dear on the other hand is finicky, fussy and moody...tell me if any other combo in a husband could be more lethal! Oh dear, life is tough!
But, well...am developing a taste for it! ; )
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Till the next post...Enjoy!
