I live for adventure.  I love digging in the back yard, walking around the neighborhood, or better yet ridding in the car.  All I have to do is hear car, ride, out, or shopping and I will rush to the front door.

But if there is any adventure I love more than traveling, it is an adventure that has to do with food.  The moment I even think I see or smell food I forget everything else as my mouth sets sail on an adventure such as the one I had on the morning I realized that my adopted grandfather had a delicious looking bone in hiding in his hand.

 

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