tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221154303543630639.post3864430786764695337..comments2022-11-19T05:07:34.976-05:00Comments on Bobbie's Babbles: #58 Food For ThoughtBobbie's Babbleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16763095907093869345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221154303543630639.post-24423296630395018032009-08-24T15:15:44.854-04:002009-08-24T15:15:44.854-04:00My sister used to live in York PA and when the win...My sister used to live in York PA and when the wind blew towards her apartment complex, you could smell cow and all that went with it. P-U!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221154303543630639.post-39612092577635578602009-08-24T10:37:30.110-04:002009-08-24T10:37:30.110-04:00Cute. I have nothing really to add, other than to...Cute. I have nothing really to add, other than to mention certain agricultural towns. Supposedly growing broccoli smells like farts, and a friend used to sing about her hometown "Smells like s*it, must be Salinas".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221154303543630639.post-65775270493652263082009-08-22T10:11:18.523-04:002009-08-22T10:11:18.523-04:00Yummy post, Bobbie! - featuring food and words, so...Yummy post, Bobbie! - featuring food and words, some of my favorite things! I'll be on the lookout for descriptive food metaphors in my weekend reading...Skydiving Mama (a.k.a. Charlotte's Mom)noreply@blogger.com