mumontherun's Journal

great deliciousness
Today my eldest son made the most incredibly delectible roast chicken dinner i've ever eaten. I hv asked him to move back in, tho he seems hell-bent on moving to the left coast. i need, perhaps, to find his achilles heel...a weakness that will somehow surpass the draw of lattes and fresh seafood, and powerful corporations offering the world as its oyster.

Or, i can look forward to his next visit, taste buds fired up and ready to rumble, comforted by the knowlege that, if he doesn't make it as a geek, he has a shot at being a high-falutin' chef. I already know he's a helluva son.

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