Theme seems apropos during Holiday FancyFeasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion witching hunting - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of ****** harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Though anonymous and hardly a substantially sized mwm baby boomer (which dual disadvantages partly explains lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full to get attention from some well fed dame
many popular rotund gourmands l'chaim tame their hungry beast – wa hood put me to shame vis a vis consuming in their one meal, what yours truly eats in a lifetime, none of those celery buddies,
whom this non television watcher can name seen on any selective cable channel, I still revel in writing while on the hunt (during Red October) for a meme
poetry and prose, and decided to introduce myself quite lame with NON GMO marginal uptick in any sudden fortune or fame, yet t'would be pleasantly syrup prized if interest from potential mistress didst exclaim
desire to enjoy a repast, though said hypothetical gal need not be a high society dame, and if perchance such just desserts
came via the kitchen maiden kitty, versus kit chin middens no boastful claim would be uttered by me, her intellectual company satisfactory aim.