The folks are getting ready for dinner. They get to break bread together only twice a week, so dad puts on a little dinner music. (Truth be told, boiling water is reason enough for my dad to put on music, so don't feel so special, mother dear.)
Tonight the selection is Alison Kraus & Union Station's
I didn't think I was a country kind of girl, but this album is awesome. It's definitely worth a listen.
And on the menu? My little nose detects the delicate, floral fragrance of jasmine rice and the sweet, heady scent of a spicy, coconuty vegetable curry.
Hmmph. Just how cute do I have to look to get a taste? Seems no one around here has heard of sharing, I grumble. Oh, sorry, that was my stomach.
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