Recipes close to our hearts are usually less about where we ate them than who we ate them with…
Taste of Home
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Real Life of an MSW 
You’re such a foodie. I’m such a candy chic!
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Yes, I have grown into a foodie over the years. I am not however, opposed to a good piece of chocolate.
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Right!
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Yes. Thank you for reading.
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So true – there’s a comfort of sorts that comes with the associated memories 😌
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I agree memories are often a comfortable blanket for our soul. Thank you for reading.
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