Evidence that loving food is in the genes

Just a quick visit to provide a link to my-daughter-who-was-on-Masterchef's cooking blog.  It's funny as well as foody.

You will get hungry reading this. And you will laugh.


Comments

  1. Janie Junebug18/4/13 13:43

    You're right. I'm hungry, and George is adorable.

    Love,
    Janie

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  2. Anonymous18/4/13 15:41

    I put this on her post:

    Sounds yummy!! Is George yummy, too?

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  3. stephen Hayes18/4/13 16:45

    A great post. My tummy is rumbling.

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  4. Anonymous18/4/13 17:29

    Sounds yummy!! Is George yummy, too?

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  5. Pam 24/4/13 15:41

    It's very impressive too. Personally, if I never had to cook again this would suit me fine, but possibly she hasn't been married for 40 years yet.

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    1. Sarah Hill29/4/13 09:34

      Hi Isabelle - nope I've not been married for 40 years yet...!

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