tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365358380568470051.post2809919673557276422..comments2023-05-07T07:41:05.463-07:00Comments on No pens or pencils: Rare Family Meals and A Cooking BrotherHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14281480044634094336noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365358380568470051.post-13386659705861577762015-06-29T10:46:44.905-07:002015-06-29T10:46:44.905-07:00Yes, I was a little nature lover, not a chef, and ...Yes, I was a little nature lover, not a chef, and you made your living all those years from the bounty of the Tennessee woods. If I could choose between cooking elaborate meals daily or walking in the woods each day, I would choose a long walk in the woods. Selfish, I know. Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14281480044634094336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365358380568470051.post-82842570024836681992015-06-26T21:35:29.535-07:002015-06-26T21:35:29.535-07:00Where were you? Off in the woods, my girl, with m...Where were you? Off in the woods, my girl, with me.Durlrang the Wolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09381429768038880362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365358380568470051.post-91856273287090933502015-06-23T06:46:26.185-07:002015-06-23T06:46:26.185-07:00Yes, certain meals become associated in our memory...Yes, certain meals become associated in our memory with our loved ones, and from now on I will always think of really great fish when I think of my brother's cooking.Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14281480044634094336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365358380568470051.post-30046727811193504852015-06-21T14:12:00.133-07:002015-06-21T14:12:00.133-07:00There is nothing like food that binds my family to...There is nothing like food that binds my family together. My brother rarely cooks but I remember him cooking fish while we were still teenagers. He was good.Shopgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06435291786820680344noreply@blogger.com