Spitball Army

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This preparation won him the challenge, sadly. And, while there is no arguing the ugliness of Stefan’s personality traits, there can be no debate against the extremely tempting desserts that he prepared for the Sunset Lounge menu.

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“And let it be proclaimed artfully from every napkin dispenser on every table in the land…Each day shall henceforth start with a banquet of orange and yellow bell peppers!”

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This year I pledged to make good on my internet yapping and mail Christmas cards, something I haven’t done for many, many years. It turned out to be a pleasantly satisfying experience.

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While I was growing up, our house was the evening stop on Christmas Eve for relatives and friends, who would congregate in the late afternoon and early evening for a meal centered on the contents of two very large pots on my mother’s stovetop. One contained pinto beans, soaked and seasoned for a couple of days, and piping hot. The other contained her wonderful chili, a crock-pot treatment of which I have perfected over the ensuing decades. The meal also had a few other key ingredients.

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