Eating red-themed food was a great way to celebrate Valentine’s Day at Rachel’s Sunday Supper –a once a month dinner party bringing good people together. I went on and on about how her dog wouldn’t eat my finger, even if it smelled like food. How does it know it’s not food? When I was a little kid, I bit my aunt’s finger when she tried to feed me a french fry.
Sunday Suppers: Red Valentine
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