This is the creek we cross every day to get in and out of the ranch. As you might guess, we did not leave the ranch that day. That mud is not supposed to be there.
I co-own The Bitch Stopped Cooking with my sisters whose mother (the original Bitch) stopped cooking a few years ago. Our father (the original apron wearer), began his adventures in the kitchen after they realized they could not subsist for long on canned soup and cereal for dinner. He has grown to be quite the chef.
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