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the life and times of J T Frey
If summer vacation were a hill, we'd be coming down the other side now. With more days behind us than ahead, it's nice to take a look back and see what I've accomplished thus far.
As a kid, every once in a while a tub of slightly shaggy-looking pink spread would appear in our fridge. It would get smeared on crackers or buttered English muffins and disappear pretty quickly.
Dinner tonight: homemade sweet Italian sausage slow-grilled over mesquite wood with a side of homemade fettucini. How do I know it was delicious? Juliet asked for seconds and thirds.