Buckwheat noodles and steamed kale.
Chapter title in my life book.
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Paper chains for days.
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Because I am one year old.
I forced my family into a new tamale tradition on winter solstice. I think they are ok with it.
Sawyer and Papi in the light.
A dinner of Pirogies, a wall of family.
A cold Calliope Farm on Christmas Eve.
Fingernail moon and a cozy Polish dinner with
one brand new baby and also some older babies.
My friend gives tamales for Christmas. I find it to be a most deliciously acceptable tradition!
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