When friends or family die, they always take some great treat with them. - my wife's aunt Amada; the best coffee ever! - my paternal grandparents; a great team of Cajun cooks (that I didn't get to enjoy that much being 1200 miles away). - my great grandmother; jam cake...haven't had any since I was a teenager. She died in 1985, when I was 25. - my grandmother; her BBQ chicken, and black Christmas cookies. Sorry about Ruby. I'm sure she and her pies will be missed. I still miss aunt Amada...and we didn't speak the same language but we liked each other a lot.
Language is not always spoken.
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