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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth )
![]() To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() hey a 10 pound bag of taters at wal mart for a buck right now. I'm going be making all kinds of things out of potatoes.. |
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![]() ![]() hey a 10 pound bag of taters at wal mart for a buck right now. I'm going be making all kinds of things out of potatoes.. ![]() ![]() |
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Jill, what time is dinner. I love potato soup!
Lo, they are cheap at Wally World right now... I am making baked potato soup tomorrow... |
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I thought they were just cheap here cause well...Idaho. Good to know they are only 50 cents more for ya'll.
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) ![]() To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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didn't potatoes attack the Irish at some point?
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) ![]() To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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woohoo...
potato soup is good... but home fries are better! yummmmy |
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didn't potatoes attack the Irish at some point? Yes, the potatoes grew resistant to Irish teeth and grew skin like leather. |
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Edited by
Moblodite
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Sat 01/09/10 09:46 AM
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) ![]() To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" ![]() ![]() Just tell her... NO, Rock soup is poor!! Then ask if she would like a bowl of snow ice cream! ![]() |
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That reminds me of a story my Irish grandmother used to tell (to my chagrin) about how when I was not much more than a toddler, I watched my mom throwing out the left over spegetti we'd had for dinner. I asked her "grandma? What's that?" She said "garbage" So then the next time I found out we were about to have spegetti at the dinner table with my dad's boss at the time, she said that I blurted out with enthusiasm " OH BOY!!! Garbage!!!
I guess it was funnier when she told it. ![]() Rest well Grandma. Love ya... |
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That reminds me of a story my Irish grandmother used to tell (to my chagrin) about how when I was not much more than a toddler, I watched my mom throwing out the left over spegetti we'd had for dinner. I asked her "grandma? What's that?" She said "garbage" So then the next time I found out we were about to have spegetti at the dinner table with my dad's boss at the time, she said that I blurted out with enthusiasm " OH BOY!!! Garbage!!! I guess it was funnier when she told it. ![]() Rest well Grandma. Love ya... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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