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[xp_cypher]

So, I was going to attempt to write an ode to Tante Mattie's jambalaya. But I'm one of those compulsive sorts who feels a need to stick to rhyme and meter. And writing a sonnet just seems an awful lot like work. And alas, there is no more jambalaya to be had.

So I think the thing to do is have an obscene amount of hot chocolate instead.

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Man, it's funny how my brain works. I remember the people, not the place. Like Mama Lupe's place has an actual name, not that I can remember it. :)