Little chickens. Baked in thick soy, hoysin and lemon juice. perfect cold with salad!
I loved hearing from Pamela. It is so encouraging to hear how we link back to each other, past and present, across oceans and communities! Please enjoy Pamela's letter to me!
Stay safe, dear friends! We have returned to the simple life. Reading, working from home (thank God we can do this) cooking big lunches, pulling weeds in the garden (why do they grow faster than anything else?) taking our corgis for hikes in the desert. And our hands are chapped from washing them so often!
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Stories my Father Told Me About the War
My father was given a thrashing because he and his cousin sat up on the roof of their house in Greenwich with their Spam sandwiches to watch a dogfight between Messerschmidts and Spitfires over the London docks. Continue reading
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