Friends,
Last night, I was awakened In the wee hours by the familiar aroma of deep-fried dough. It wasn’t a hyper-realistic dream of sweet pastries. It wasn’t a nightmare, induced by not having a topic to write about this morning. It wasn’t donuts either. Instead, it was my seventeen year old making air empanadas for a school club meeting. His movie night with friends had let-out very late and a last minute announcement of choir practice before school (Fridays are late start days) put a wrench in his plan to get up at 6 to fry them. While I’m proud that not keeping his commitment was not an option for him, if it were me, my classmates would be getting store-bought treats. Anybody want a donut?
Happy Friday!
Happy Friday!
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