| I have been part of a "potluck" group ... people bring food to each others house and the person who hosts is rotated so no one always has to host. Lots of recipes are exchanged that way. Lee AKA Fireraven9
Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals;
You howl like an organ; and our hearts of misery,
Rooms of eternal mourning where quiver ancient rattles,
Answer the echoes of your from the depths I've come to Thee.
- Charles Baudelaire, Obsession |
