Familiarity never breeds contempt for me when it comes to this soothing Sunday activity.When I first moved to Scottsdale in 1994, my mom came with us for a month or so. The first Sunday that we lived here we went to Paradise Bakery for lunch.
It has frequently been my Sunday destination after church. And I have been having this same lunch of a half chicken walnut salad on dark molasses bread and a cup of soup for always. So far I have never tired of it. A quiet solitary lunch with a good read is one of my simple pleasures.
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I think I would never tire of this lunch.
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