We made chicken nuggets and fried perogies for supper. It was definitely not fancy. But it was tasty.
I find it weird, that the easiest and simplest meals are the ones that take me back to my childhood when we didn't have much. It's refreshing. I find the simple meals the most homey, the most welcoming. I prefer them over the fancy stuff; I feel out of place with fancy stuff.
I'm a simple person.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
