I have been going through my cookbooks lately. Trying to see which one I use the most and which one I have never cracked open. I came across a family cookbook from Hubby's side. Inside was this written poem.
To love and honor are okay,
Ad some might promise to obey,
But what makes the wives hair turn slowly gray,
Is what to cook each blessed day.
Me
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