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My daughter made us all laugh last night when she was changing into her nightgown and exclaimed "My armpits smell like garlic!", my son was disgusted, but he is easily disgusted approaching the tender sweet age of 13.
She did not mind, and in fact thought it was interesting that you not only "are what you eat", but you can smell like it too!
She should have perhaps learned this from our recent Road Trip for the summer. We were camping in S. Lake Tahoe and she was "smelt up" by a bear after she ate beef jerky one night and forgot to brush her teeth before bed. Thankfully to her and I, she slept through it and the bear lost interest in her tent. So I suppose since she was sleeping there wasn't a "lesson" to learn from per se.
Tonight, since it's Friday, I am making Ciabatta Paninis with Black Forest Ham and Smoked Turkey Slices, Swiss Cheese, and I think I am going to mandolin some Fuji Apples slices inside as well. I am going to serve it with my Macaroni Salad (which this time I added jarred sweet peppers, hard boiled egg, roma tomatoes, some green onions and shallots), which is in the fridge chillin' since I just finished making I before this.
I am also going with a green salad and making bacon and my own croutons-which I LOVE and everyone should make thier own if they have bread in thier house and use croutons on salads. I am in no way anti- carb! In fact, I'm not "anti" much when it comes to food, except for the processed foods in the freezer section and the abuse of animals to provide meat in the butcher section of the local grocery store. Well that's all for the first post-Until tomorrow-Cheerio!

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