Baby-related food memories.

Yesterday, I fed the baby baked potato and cottage cheese. All mixed up together. And it reminded me of all the time I spent in England, going to the markets and buying hot 'jacket potatoes' filled with cottage cheese. I remember how yummy it tasted, and how nice it was to hold onto something warm on the days my fingers were so cold I thought they were going to just fall off. How I loved to wander the markets and look at all the things for sale. The Doc Martens, the CD's and tapes, the various odds and ends that enthrall a high-schooler with money to burn. Ah, memories. Right now, I'm especially remembering the The The CD I bought - the one with Dogs of Lust on it. Love that song.

And all of that brings back the memories of England; how much fun I had and how much I loved it there. And how much I loved my friends. And... oh, gosh, I think I'm getting all misty-eyed. I must stop now.

I also fed the baby avocado, and he loved it. And I was all like, you love avocado? Me too! Have more avocado! I love avocado! You love avocado! I can't believe you love avocado too! And then I was thinking, avocado, what a strange word. Avocado, avocado, avocado. Also, it's fun to type.

Avocado.


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And now, ta-da, pictures of the boy, In uniform. And he looks fierce, doesn't he.

(Please ignore messy living room.)

(Also, the child looks weirdly red - and the pictures are horrifically (is so a word; is so spelled like that!) dark - please ignore that too.)