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Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Growing up, I used to go with my grandma to visit her sister on Long Island pretty regularly. We'd go to the cemetery so she could spend time with her beloved and visit her parents, then go spend the day with Aunt Julia. Her house always smelled like chicken paprikash or stuffed cabbage, one of which was always simmering. There were always lekvar cookies to snack on. She and my grandma would slip into speaking Hungarian and they would laugh & laugh. On the way to visit, my grandma & I would always stop for a snack at a deli on the way. We'd always get the same thing-a coke and a knish. I'd sit in the front seat of my grandma's Cadillac and eat very carefully (grandma was kind of a clean freak). I've been sharing with @stratoblast a lot about my ethnic heritage lately, and how closely related food is to it. Somehow, I got diverted by a knish and a memory of being with my grandma...and knowing I can't find them in South Dakota. Tonight, I made one from scratch for old times sake, toasting my grandma with a coke. #misshersomuch #hungarianprincess #itsallaboutthefood #tokengentile
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