Back to a Pug in the Kitchen — Granny Phanny & the Giant Rabbit


I finally got around to making Suzanne’s “Creamy Spring Turnip Soup.”  I know anything from A Pug in the Kitchen is going to be delicious, but I confess to being lukewarm about turnips.  I say that for the non-turnip lovers in the crowd.  I always take shortcuts in cooking, so I know my versions won’t be as good.  So imagine my pleasure when, even in my clumsy hands this soup was stand-up-and -cheer delicious! 

Preparing to Launch…

This spring I plan to book-ize the second serial story, Murder at the Bijou, Three Ingredients I.   As I get ready for the takeoff, I’m doing a few collaborative posts with people who blog other topics — combining my stories with their respective talents.  Since Murder at the Bijou is a culinary mystery, I am particularly happy to do another joint post with the fantastic chef, Suzanne from A Pug in the Kitchen.

The post is already live at her blog.  Click here.  I appreciate those of you who have already left comments there.  pug memorial candle

First, here’s Suzanne to introduce our special purpose with this collaboration.  Go ahead, Suzanne…

Another delightful installment from the joint collaboration with writer/author extraordinaire Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene, we planned this post to occur in March, Women’s History Month.  We’ve come a long way baby and every month, week, and day should celebrate women and our contribution to society, this country, our families, and communities. I am woman hear me roar.  Well that is a little cliché I know, but we are empowered and accomplished and strong and proud of how far we have come.  It amazes me that at one time women didn’t even have the right to vote.  In some countries women are still considered objects of disdain, almost subhuman, and of less importance than their male counterparts.

I also am including a recipe that I posted years ago for a spring turnip soup.  You may turn up your nose when you read “turnips” but honestly this soup is delicious.  I use Hakurai turnips, which appear late winter and early spring at the local green markets. They are crisp, sweet, and mild — making an outstanding soup!  The soup is topped with some crumbled bacon and the turnip greens, which are sauteéd in the bacon fat. For vegan and vegetarian option all you do is eliminate the bacon and use vegetable broth or water. For vegan option of course you would not use the cream but you can sub a non dairy option of your choice.

Creamy Spring Turnip Soup With Wilted Greens And Bacon

(Bacon is optional for my vegetarian friends)

Serves 4-6 depending on serving size

4 heaping cups turnips peeled and quartered (Use the small spring turnips if possible)

1 potato peeled and quartered (I used Yukon Gold and it’s Optional to use a potato)

2 cups leeks (cleaned well and sliced) or use a medium size onion or 2 shallots

4 1/2 cups broth (chicken, vegetable or water)

2 tbs butter

1/4 cup heavy cream

salt and pepper and a pinch of nutmeg (optional)

4-6 slices bacon

Turnip greens cleaned VERY well

In heavy sauce pan heat a little olive oil, add the leeks or onion or shalot and sweat, cook just until tender don’t brown. Add the turnips and potato, now add the liquid (broth or water). Cover and cook until the turnip and potato are tender. Let cool for about 30 minutes and blend either in your blender or use the immersion blender. Note: If using an immersion blender remove some of the liquid you don’t want the soup too thin, you can always add it back in. Add the butter and cream and season with salt and pepper and nutmeg.

Fry the bacon until crisp, remove from the fry pan and add the greens to the bacon fat, season with salt and peppper and saute until the greens are tender and wilted.

To Serve:  Garnish the soup with the wilted greens and crumbled bacon.


When I asked Suzanne for an ingredient to use in a story for this collaborative post, right away she said turnips.  Every time I hear that word I think of the “Cinnamon Bun” character from my serial, Murder at the Bijou, Three Ingredients-1 (which I mentioned at the beginning).  That story is in the timeline right after The Three Things Serial Story.

Many of you are familiar with my flapper character, Pip.  However, this time the story is told from the point of view of Pip’s grandmother, Phanny Irene Peabody.  (Yes, Granny was also a Pip.)  I thought that was appropriate since March is Women’s History Month.  Granny lived during the height of the suffragette era, and she was a woman to speak her mind.  It’s also something of a back-story for Cinnamon Bun.  I hope you enjoy the story as much as Suzanne’s recipe!  Although that’s a lot for me to live up to…

Granny Phanny and the Giant Rabbit

“The only true woman is a pious, submissive wife and mother, concerned exclusively with home and family!”

Even more irksome than the words themselves was the fact that they were uttered by a woman.  I was glad that I had already left the building.  Otherwise I might have lost my temper.  What business did anyone with that opinion have at a women’s meeting in the first place?


In 1920, Georgia was the first state to “reject” the Nineteenth Amendment, which assured women the right to vote.  It was two years later before women actually got to vote in my home state.  Long after that, we were still suffragettes, working for equal rights.  We still wore suffragette white to our meetings.

That intolerable statement was immediately followed by the resounding crack of a slap across the speaker’s face.  I cringed, knowing full well who had likely delivered the smack.  I turned on my heel and hurried back inside.  Veronica Vale was no meek little lamb.  She was a force of nature when her righteous wrath was incurred.  I tried to make my way through the pandemonium to my friend.

1920s woman scientist-microscopeBy the time I got to Veronica, I could hear police sirens.  A quick look around told me several attendees had slipped quietly away, including the woman who spoke the words that started the trouble.

“It was all planned,” I muttered.  “That bunch wanted to make trouble from the minute they asked to join.”

Not much later a handful of us — enough to make an example, but not so many as to cause the coppers much trouble — were hauled down to the police station.  A group of men stood laughing and cat calling while we were hustled outside.  My cheeks heated in a blush.

Detective Dabney Daniels of the Savannah Police got a tip that something was going to happen.  By the time the paddy wagon reached the station, he was already diffusing the situation.

“Miss Phanny,” he began with a smirk and a shake of his head.  “I wish I could say I was surprised to see you,” he told me before turning to Veronica Vale.  “Mrs. Vale your husband is already here.  You’ll be released into his custody.”

I knew that “custody” statement wouldn’t sit well with Veronica.  She was a doctor and a scientist, not some man’s property.  No matter how good the man.  For years Veronica Vale had worked at a hospital in England called Clapham Common.  It had an all-female staff.  She retired and returned to Savannah.  Then she met the widowed Vincent and partnered with him in his veterinary practice.

Before she could complain, I blurted out my puzzlement.  “Dabney, how could you know…?”

“I’d like to claim powers as a mentalist, Miss Phanny.  However, Dr. Vale had just arrived to pick up someone else,” the handsome detective explained as chaos erupted elsewhere in the station.JCLeyndecker Arrow Collar ad

Detective Daniels quickly excused himself and walked toward the sounds of people shouting.

Veronica gave a downright evil chuckle.  I looked a question at her and she laughed out loud at the expression on my face.

“Phanny Irene Peabody,” she said.  “You are indeed a Pip.  I suppose you’ve never noticed the way that young man looks at you.  He probably doesn’t care a whit for the turnips  you’re always giving him, or the meals he gets in return for fixing one thing and another at your cottage.  Tsk-tsk.  Phanny, that young copper is smitten with you.”

“Veronica, don’t be ridiculous.  You couldn’t be more wrong.  Dabney is just a goodhearted young man,” I told my friend most emphatically.

Another crashing sound and men shouting prevented her from talking more of that nonsense.  How absurd.  I was old enough to be that boy’s mother.  We might enjoy one another’s company, but there was nothing more to it.

“Hi, Honey.  Are you hurt?” Vincent Vale asked his wife as he skidded to a stop.  As Veronica shook her head he turned to me.  “Mrs. Peabody, are you well?” he greeted me politely.Christopher Timothy as Vincent Vale

Veronica assured her husband that neither of us had come to any harm.  I noticed Vincent held some kind of harness.  There was more shouting, and then the veterinarian pelted away toward the commotion.

A moment later we heard Vincent shout.  “Got ‘em!”

However there was another crash.  I heard dull thumping noises.  The sound was quite rhythmic, and coming closer.  Veronica and I exchanged puzzled looks.

I stuck my head around the corner and gasped loudly.

“I must be seeing things.  Else I’m just plain zozzled,” I murmured.

Veronica craned her neck to see what had stunned me.

“Well horsefeathers!  In all my born days…” she began.  “A Flemish Giant.”

“Flemish?  Bushwa!” I exclaimed.  “You’re hallucinating too,” I mumbled.  “Somebody spiked our tea a little too much at the women’s meeting.  Or else I’m looking at a cinnamon colored rabbit that’s three feet tall, sitting on his haunches.”

I crouched down, befuddled.  The big bunny hopped over to me and nuzzled my hand.  I scratched between his impossibly long ears.  I helped hold the big bun still as Vincent got the harness around him.

“This big ole boy decimated Godfrey Gilley’s garden.  Dug up every turnip he had,” Vincent commented.  “When the big bun headed toward his grocery store, Godfrey was so upset that he called the police saying there was a bear in his yard!” the veterinarian laughed.  “Trouble is, I’m not sure what we can do with him.  We’ve taken on so many animals lately,” Vincent admitted, but cast a pleading look at his wife, who gave a resigned sigh.

My face ended up against the giant rabbit’s soft hair as Vincent adjusted the harness.  I found that I didn’t want to move.  My fingers sank into the plush fur.

“I’ll take him,” I spoke up, and questioned my own sobriety again.  “Oh good lord, but I need a hutch for him.”Vintage rabbit driving

I hadn’t noticed that Detective Dabney Daniels was standing beside us.

“Don’t worry, Miss Phanny.  I can take care of a rabbit hutch in a jiffy,” Dabney said.  “Even one big enough for this miscreant,” he added with a grin.

Veronica elbowed me sharply in the ribs.  She gave me an I told you so look and winked.

“He’s sweet on you,” she whispered into my ear.  “So what if he’s younger.  He’s a damn fine figure of a man!”

“Absolutely no!” I told her so fiercely that everyone looked askance.

Fortunately I was spared from an explanation because of Veronica’s loud bark of laughter.

The Vales offered to drive me home.  I got into the automobile with Vincent and Veronica, and of course the rabbit.  Dabney bent down and promised to come by to start on the rabbit hutch that evening.  Veronica wriggled her eyebrows at me.  I gave her a withering look, then turned and smiled at the detective as I thanked him.

“What was all that about?” Vincent wanted to know as we drove away.

Veronica had no inhibitions about sharing her embarrassing speculations to her husband, despite my denial. 

“It simply will not do!” I told her, my patience close to its end.

“She means that dear,” Vincent said.  “You might want to leave it alone before your sense of fun hurts your friendship.”

“You’re right,” she agreed with a sigh.  “I’m sorry Phanny.  I just want to see you happy.”

“I am perfectly happy as I am.  Besides, I told you that my granddaughter, Pip, is coming to live with me.  I’ll have my hands full, teaching her to cook,” I reminded my friends.  “I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

The End


Thank you all for visiting. If you’ve already been to this post at A Pug in the Kitchen then double-thanks.  Happy St. Patrick’s weekend.  I’m still wearing my green!

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94 thoughts on “Back to a Pug in the Kitchen — Granny Phanny & the Giant Rabbit

  1. Excellent recipe. Looks delish! I’ve followed you  as your page is very inspiring.  I hope you do the same, as you may find mine the same, I practice naked cooking like jamie oliver, I’m conducting the half-blood princess project.

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  2. Joint posts seem like a great idea, Teagan. I’m a big fan of turnips and also a vegetable related to it, the swede. Mashed potatoes with swede mixed into it is a big hit, although I do like eating it as part of a stew or casserole. We also use them at Halloween when there is a lack of pumpkins. 🎃
    Hope you’re having a huggable Thursday.

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    1. Hi Hugh. It’s so nice to see you. I’m not familiar with the swede… now I’m intrigued. 😀
      I hope the joint posts will broaden the scope of readers for me and my collaborators — working with people from different “categories.” Since I’m getting ready to launch a culinary mystery, I especially like joining forces with the chef and foodie bloggers. But I’m working with musicians and photographers too — so far.
      Back to work now… Have a thriving Thursday! Mega hugs.

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    1. Hi Christy! Suzanne’s photos of the soup are so lovely that she might well create some new turnip lovers. 😀 I admit that I don’t exactly get excited about them, but I am eager to try the recipe. I’m very happy you enjoyed this post. Thanks so very much for visiting. Happy spring. Hugs.

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    1. Thanks Kirt! I put on my green and enjoyed the day. :mrgreen:
      I’m happy you enjoyed this joint post. I was trying to work on the story for our collaboration at lunch today.
      I can’t remember if you were following as far back as the first “Three Ingredients” serial. (That’s what I’m “book-izing” now.) I think your photo has inspired a story of Hank Hertz, who was introduced in that one. I was about to start writing it, when I got side tracked, making sure I had all my details straight.
      Have a great rest of the week. Hugs!

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    1. I enjoy our collaborations too, Suzanne. I’m thrilled that they are well received at both our blogs. ⭐ When you’re ready to start another one, just send me an ingredient! 😀
      I’ve been doing a little formatting/editing each day. So I feel confidant that I’ll publish Murder at the Bijou before spring is over. (Allowing for time to do taxes…)
      On to the office now. Mega hugs.


      1. Dear Lavinia, I didn’t even notice the slip! But talking turnips made me smile. 😀 I meant to try and make it this weekend, but never got to it…
        Yes, sadly, much farther to go with women’s rights. Hopefully things don’t go backward rather than forward… I’ve got my pink “kittycat” hat.
        Thanks for taking time to visit. Mega hugs!

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    1. Hi Teri. I’m glad you can appreciate Suzanne’s beautiful plating and photos, even though you don’t care for turnips. 😀 I’m glad Cinnamon Bun has another friend in you. Several people said they would have kept the rabbit. Maybe I should look up a Flemish Giant rescue for the next time he hops into the story! Thanks very much for reading and commenting. Mega hugs!

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  3. Seems spunk is inherited, eh? I’m a sucker for critters, too, and would have been first in line to take the big bunny home. And that spring turnip soup is to die for! Only problem is that I don’t like to cook. I really need to hire a chef… 🙂 ♥

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    1. Hi Michelle. 😀 Well, more of that will be revealed when I finish “book-izing” Murder at the Bijou – Three Ingredients-1. So I don’t want to give any spoilers.
      What I’m doing in advance of that release are more a group of related vignettes than a serial. I’m not sure what the next collaboration story will be. I’m working with photo-artist Kirt Tisdale on that one. He sent an image that I love. However, extracting a story from within the timeline of the serials — without giving spoilers is quite a challenge. 🙂 Great big hug right back, my friend.

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  4. I will look forward to your Murder at the Bijou book……and love this collaboration with Pug in the Kitchen 🙂 With regards to culinary delights, I tend to live through you vicariously, as I don’t spend too much time in the kitchen and sort of live off fruit, veg, yogurt, cereal, stir fries, etc…you get the picture….I love the sound of the turnip soup….thank you. Also love the reference to women….I am very proud to tell you that my maternal grandmother was a suffragette and the hospital I was born in – South London Women’s Hospital, was founded by a wealthy suffragette…..At that time, females, even highly qualified surgeons could not get posts in hospitals and so the South London Women’s Hospital, was run entirely by women….for women – the only males were the boy babies. Yes, we have come a distance, but we still have a long way to go….to gain equality. Sending you hummingbird hugs this day….janet. xxx

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    1. It’s wonderful to see you, Janet.
      I’m not much of a cook any more either, my friend. It has to be quick and easily cleaned up, else I just can’t be bothered. But I admire my foodie bloggers and chefs. Part of me hopes to reactivate that side of me one day. So I’m vicariously enjoying the food too. 🙂 ❤
      Thank you for this lovely comment and the details. You always brighten my day. Oh! I see the hummingbirds now. 😀 Mega hugs.

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  5. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    Exciting news.. Teagan Geneviene is releasing another book this spring in her Three Ingredients serial.. in the meantime we are treated to another collaboration between Teagan and Suzanne from A Pug in the Kitchen.. there is Turnips involved with a delicious recipe as well as a delicious story about women’s empowerment.. oh and a giant……….head over and find out more. #recommended

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  6. I was given an exceptionally large rabbit as a birthday present from a college beau – not as big as the one in your story, but big enough to be impossible to keep in a college apartment. It went to his sister, who already had a hutch but no bunny. All’s well that ends well.

    Loved the charming story “out-take,” and am struggling to try to imagine the taste of the soup – beyond the bacon – I have never eaten a turnip. I suppose that means I must try it, yes? Just as soon as I get a ride to the grocery store (my van is feeling too lazy to run since it got cold).

    Clever collaboration – good to see you two back in the saddle again.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
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    1. Applesauce! Madelyn, I’m sorry to hear about the car (van) trouble. I’ve had more than enough of that in my lifetime. What a pain!
      I can understand that about imagining turnips. It me, the flavor varies greatly depending on how they are prepared. I also think it’s a rather unique taste. For example, I don’t care for them when they are cooked in the pot with the greens. I do, however, like them cooked alone. I like them raw, sliced up like an apple. No they do not taste like apples, but they are crisp yet moist). To me they are sweet and bitter at the same time. I have not tried any of the high end varieties Suzanne mentions.
      The common ones are inexpensive. So it would be a cheap but fun food experiment.
      Thanks for visiting. Have a sublime Sunday. Mega hugs.

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  7. This not only made me smile, it made me hungry. I don’t have turnips right now, but when I drop by Farm Boy I’m getting me some turnips and trying this out because, yum, you made it sound delicious.
    There’s so much in this post I don’t know where to begin, first, the awesomeness, next and first, congrats on the new book, we, your readers/fans know it will be fantastically fabulously brilliant, third (fifth?), love ‘All Creatures Great and Small’, especially the cat stories, and I could go on and on, but why, Teagan and Suzanne, you’ve done a stunning job!
    Thanks for sharing this with us, hope this weekend treats everyone kindly.
    Mega what behind the rabbit, no it is the rabbit hugs xoxox

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    1. You are so amazing and kind to visit both blogs, Donna. Heartfelt thanks for the time you’ve generously given this post. Suzanne and I have a lot of fun with these joint posts.
      I have one coming up very soon with Kev — his music and a snipped from Atonement in Bloom (still unfinished)
      Another is in the works with Kirt — his photographic art and a story from the Pip universe.
      Mega hugs right back to you, my friend. 🙂

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  8. There is something magic about the rabbit. I won’t be surprised if he can speak. And I also like the romantic cop 🙂
    The soup looks delicious – almost everything looks delicious with a sprinkle of crumbled bacon on top of it 😉 I have never tried a turnip soup, but I ate ‘neeps and tatties’ once, when I visited Scotland.
    All creatures great and small is one of my favorite books.
    Many Hugs.

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    1. It’s lovely to see you Inese. I always thought the actor in that series would be great as Vincent Vale.
      The first Three Ingredients serial wasn’t as magic oriented as the later ones. However, toward the end, I knew the next one was going to be “A Ghost in the Kitchen.” So at the end I started adding a bit of supernatural stuff. (Although some might argue that the antics of Cracker the parrot might be pure fantasy. ) 😉
      I haven’t had turnip soup either, but I can’t wait to make it. I meant to try and make it today, but that didn’t happen.
      Thanks very much for visiting. Mega hugs right back. 😉

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  9. Delightful story, Teagan. I can imagine a big soft bunny in the yard. I had hoped the hutch would have been finished before the story was over. I was wondering how it could be made so fast. I wanted the secret. (some kind of magic I was thinking). Thanks and Hugs

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    1. LOL. Perhaps Dabney works extra fast for the promise of cornbread and greens. :mrgreen: Or then again, maybe he would stretch the work “longer than anticipated” to be close to Granny longer. Thank you very much for visiting and for your encouraging words, John. Mega hugs.

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  10. I love this bit of the story, Teagan. You know our fondness for rabbits, and I could somehow see my wife bringing this flop-eared dope home with her and ordering up a hutch.

    Regarding the story, I love the line “She was a force of nature when her righteous wrath was incurred.” That is such a good description of a powerful woman. when I read that, I was pulled deeper into the story.

    Oh, and I love turnips, although I prefer to eat them raw.

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    1. It’s great to see you Dan. I really appreciate your feedback about that line of the story. I wasn’t sure if I had found a “voice” for Granny. Pip is so firmly in my head, it can be hard to separate the other characters to write in their point of view. Yes, that was very helpful.
      I haven’t had much exposure to turnips except the white/purple ones (and rutabagas), but I do like them raw. I intend to try shredding one to make a salad of some sort… I just haven’t gotten around to it.
      Happy weekend. Hugs!

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  11. Beautiful story, Teagan, thank you. Happy St. Pat’s day for yesterday. I loved the sound of the turnip soup and those turnips look delicious. Unfortunately the turnips I’m used to are called “neeps” and are grown primarily as a source for winter feed for the animals, sheep, and cattle. However, we do use them to make “neepy lanterns” which are the Scottish version of your Halloween pumpkins. They do get used in cooking in a dish called “Clapshot” which is Orcadian and you just mix potatoes and turnips together with loads of butter and pepper and serve the dish. Sorry to say I hate it. Bleuch……if the neeps are watery it tastes of nothing…….

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    1. Hi Adele! I’ve never heard of neeps (well, there are so many things I’ve never heard of!). It sounds like they are aptly given an unappetizing name. 🙂 I can see where you wouldn’t exactly be tempted to try other kinds of turnips. I only know the white/purple turnips that sprout the kind of greens we are so fond of in the southern states, and the big yellow rutabaga turnips. As a child I was not a fan. Now I find I like them various ways.
      Wishing you a wonderful weekend. Mega hugs!

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  12. That was a wonderful collaboration Teagan, and I loved Miss Phanny How on earth do you think these wonderful stories up.. LOL.. totally jealous hahaha… ‘not’.. but you are so talented really you are. … 🙂 And that Turnip soup sounds delicious. 🙂 I hope you had a great St Patricks Day.. and wishing you a Peaceful weekend.. Good luck with your Book Launch too… 🙂
    Hugs and Love Sue xxx ❤

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    1. Dear Sue, I very much appreciate you spending time here. You are too kind. 😀 The stories? I really don’t know — they’re just there. The challenge I face with these particular stories is extracting characters from the “timeline” of a series, without giving any spoilers… I admit that is very difficult.
      St Paddy’s was lovely. I hope yours was too. I’m having Irish soda bread for breakfast this morning. Mega hugs my friend.

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      1. I wore my usual all black, but none of the cute girls pinched me. You’d think they would have taken the opportunity. But no! I hated St Patrick’s day when I was a kid. I got teased enough for being tall and skinny, but any excuse to add to the abuse, like St P day, the other kids took advantage of. I did put a green lid on the container I put my lunch in yesterday.

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        1. Somehow I can’t imagine you in green duds, Tim. 😀 Don’t know why you didn’t get pinched though. Yeah… kids are mean. So are adults.
          There isn’t that much “wearing of the green” here with all the DC Drab. So naturally I have to make a point of it. And any other color I choose. Hugs.

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    1. Oh my, Judith! So you’re an early bird too. Most days I get up around that time. When I glance out my window at the sea of surrounding row-houses, I never see more than one other light on. However, with a few issues right now, I’ve been rising a little later.
      Anyhow, I’m happy you liked this joint effort. Mega hugs.

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