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Ive had things I don't like, but in reality, Im spoiled rotton. My mothers a hell of a cook, if its italian, or mexican, she can make it, and make it good.
(Shes Irish, and hates corned beef and cabbage which my father and I love, but hey..)
I lived with my grandparents (easier then riding my bike to go do hay with my gandpa everyday) for a summer, and she made the weirdest shit ever, but I loved every bit of it.
My aunts... damn, they are just as good, but differant specialties. I think when I move out, Im going to be awefuly dissapointed.
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