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Corned Beef Dinner

The smell of corned beef floats through the kitchen, mustard, and spices, such a robust scent. The way you would expect a man to smell, but they never do. I feel like I could drool. The oven clicking with the changing of the temps. and warming the house on this cold winter day. I feel like drooling again. A side of mashed potatoes, tangy sauerkraut, and garlic green beans with bacon. The menu’s complete, it sounds so good. I’m sure I’ll start drooling any moment now. The timer just buzzed, it's time to eat.
Written by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
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