Memorial Day, a day of remembrance. At least once a year I remember the two teenagers from high school who died in Vietnam. I don't know if there were others, but I'm still haunted by the one boy who always sat in front of me alphabetically.
But for most people, Memorial Day is the unofficial day of summer…and sales. I hate the sales part. I hate that stores are open on holidays. It's just wrong. We can stop shopping once in awhile and spend time with family and friends and not our credit cards.
What better way to spend the day than with a picnic of homemade food?
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Oh sure, it was easier to get the store-bought bread. And there was something enticing about that puffy white stuff that came in a bag. I wonder if "Favorite Bread" is still made?
It looks like everything else was homemade. I wonder what percentage of food on a picnic table today is homemade?
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