all we've got is canned here in the saloon I'm afraid, little Ms.
What's with always wanting to chop onions. Don't you thnik you've got enough for the luch crowd, tomorrow.
interesting anecdote about those... if they're frozen, don't ever add them straight to a hot dutch oven... else you'll be picking peach fragments out of the grass, in the dark, and you'll wind up with a cobbler that's got a little extra vegetable matter in it
just sayin, is all
A peach. For peaches and cream, Cella.
Bos, I could be wrong, but a camel dosen't look like a sheep. Just saying.
How are you, tonight? Good?
*says through full mouth*Anything else you having a craving for...
Other than peaches or boots...boots
and hoping maybe cella will share those peaches. They look good.
*says through full mouth*
Nope...I'm good
Unless you wanna rub my feet?
*picks up peach for Boston*
I better check it first.....
*takes bite*
yep! it's good! here ya go!
*looks at Cella's feet*
Well....
No, bos. I'm not going to rub your feet to. So just put your boots back on.
asparagus, fillet Mignon, salmon, avocado, bing cherries, pineapple....
don't mind me, I'm just dreaming....
Not hungry or anything are you?