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Every once in a a while my mom would have these things we called corn pops. They were basically sweet cornbread muffin top-like things. We'd toast them and eat them with butter and honey. I can occasionally recreate that exact taste, but it's tricky.
My grandmother made Mexican food, in the most Polish way possible. The only "spices" she'd use were salt, pepper, and vinegar. Still, the tacos were very original to her, and great tasting--just absolutely nothing like Mexican food. I also recall her cheese enchiladas fondly, a Christmas staple.
Non-food smells that remind me strongly of my grandma are Chanel #5 + cigarette smoke, together.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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