tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post6992352292016166981..comments2023-10-19T02:41:23.939-07:00Comments on To Hell with it, it's just Mie...: Every time I eat Briemielikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801703299451079370noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-10318928624644911432007-03-24T21:30:00.000-07:002007-03-24T21:30:00.000-07:00I feel very lucky that I remember our Great Grandm...I feel very lucky that I remember our Great Grandmother. She was so sweet, and just loved everybody. She had a really soft voice, and kind eyes. I still feel connected to her.mielikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07801703299451079370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-55420784968261873902007-03-24T21:18:00.000-07:002007-03-24T21:18:00.000-07:00Whenever I have pulla (my favorite of all bread it...Whenever I have pulla (my favorite of all bread items in the world) I think first of Uncle R because he makes the most perfect pulla in the world... then I think of great grandma and the fact that I never knew her. I have on picture of her and me together when I was a couple months old. It reminds me of K (who hasn't yet acquired a taste for pulla but she loves her brie). When she was 4 months old Mr. Kaos' grandmother passed away. She will never know her; all she will have is this one perfect picture. It sounds sad, but that isn't how I see it. At least she has that, you know? Yes, food brings so many emotions, every bite is something new.CamiKaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15802013252571263847noreply@blogger.com