tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504905585662067586.post6441973444105607951..comments2024-03-08T03:17:23.033-05:00Comments on eyes peeled, always: Between a Food Processor and a Popover PanKarin Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549415860426655164noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504905585662067586.post-78809753309027123552012-12-04T13:47:14.689-05:002012-12-04T13:47:14.689-05:00Karin - I remember thinking that my dad would get ...Karin - I remember thinking that my dad would get a kick out of being in that same thin cardboard box and nondescript gray paper-handled bag on the floor of our old car. He'd like the utility and cheapness of it all. Although if he'd had his druthers he would have been in an empty oatmeal container : ). We miss you Aunt Linda! Kim Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504905585662067586.post-25385622563144176482012-12-03T10:10:40.531-05:002012-12-03T10:10:40.531-05:00Karin - this is incredibly poignant and beautiful....Karin - this is incredibly poignant and beautiful. Thank you.Annienoreply@blogger.com