Today I made waffles, and father and I ate them with homemade blueberry jam. If I didn't make lunch, we both would have forgotten about the midday meal altogether and only looked up from our work when mother came home at six, asking "Has anyone made dinner?" The answer is almost always a resounding no, unless mother has ordered something--today it was beetroot soup. Tomorrow she has ordered an apple pie and rice (enjoyed separately).
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