“Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.”
― Anne Sexton
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I must be a saint because I have NO sense of moderation, just exuberance. Or maybe I am a poet. Let me see…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If one meal is good
Than make twenty-two.
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I made a huge pot of pasta sauce on Monday. I didn’t cook the pasta until Tuesday, because I didn’t have room in my fridge. Then, I could share fresh off the stove meals with friends and neighbors and still have a few for my already jammed freezer. (I did squeeze in two)
Miss Kathy doesn’t like a lot of sauce, so hers was more like mac n cheese. I think I like that too.
Helene was kind enough to take a few off my hands and disperse others to our mutual friends across the street from her. Mr. Jerry enjoyed his, and I dropped off the last container to my neighbor, Mr. Danny, on my evening walk tonight. Guess what I’m having for dinner.
Yep! I do not know moderation, but I do know that “Nothin’ says lovin’ like somethin’ from the oven.”
Sharing is caring. Happy Wednesday, my friends.
Toni Andrukaitis 
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