tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post9023488264596652013..comments2023-11-19T06:49:06.290-05:00Comments on Riding With Mud: Mo' Sno'?MUDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210979052443058111noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post-64697280205284049732013-02-25T09:48:05.650-05:002013-02-25T09:48:05.650-05:00I don't remember much about meals at my Dad...I don't remember much about meals at my Dad's mother's house when we were growing up. It didn't matter how many people were there, she cooked one chicken. Our family of 6 could eat a bucket of the Colonel's stuff and want more. The only thing I remember from Grandmother Petty was that she canned stuff from her garden and it was all good. MUDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210979052443058111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post-43010540474421283832013-02-24T19:59:29.872-05:002013-02-24T19:59:29.872-05:00I was raised in a Dutch community in west Michigan...I was raised in a Dutch community in west Michigan. Your post brought back the memory of the rolls and great meals the old Grand Mother's would make. After a day in the snow or skating, you knew you were going to eat good that evening!<br />Yes, be sure to share that family history. Once we are gone, the history for the most part is gone as well.Scooney Adrifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09014731857174355364noreply@blogger.com