"George Shirley" > wrote in message
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> As most stories begin: Once upon a time my wife asked me to watch the pots
> on the stove while she rousted up the kids. Once of the items cooking was
> cream of corn. As usual she had left a cabinet door open above the stove
> and Lo! there sat a bottle of blue food coloring. The devil made me put a
> few drops in the cream of corn.
>
> She and the kids came back into the kitchen and I went back and sat down.
> Shortly I heard this screech of horror and was just barely able to stop
> her from dumping the cream of corn in the trash. None of us has ever
> forgotten it and we still laugh about Mom's "blue corn" at family
> gatherings.
>
> All of this talk of food and kids makes me miss my descendants, will have
> to get up a trip over to where they all live pretty soon I guess.

GREAT IDEA!

Thanks

LOL
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Old Scoundrel

(AKA Dimitri)