My favorite flower (mayn balibte blum)
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Chicory is chikoria (or was it tchikorye?) in Yiddish, I was informed by someone who told me that long after she moved from Poland to America his mother longed for hot brewed chicory - it was used over there instead of coffee because it was cheaper "but a lot of people preferred its flavor."
We got caught in the FAA computer outage today and so I feel lucky to be home, but it's been a long day. Jethro enjoyed the kosher peanut-butter sandwich I brought him. The chickens are all dead - but that's another story.
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1 Comments:
So sorry to hear about the chickens. They're a fragile species.
But looks like you had a great time at camp--thanks for sharing it with us!
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