Cooking bacon, the only true way. September 20, 2014, filed under BLOG. That smell you remember when you were a kid of Sunday breakfast. The lucky ones had it every day but Sunday was my guaranteed Mom made breakfast morning. The smell of freshly pan fried bacon would fill the house like crack-cocaine in a junkies lungs and bring everyone to life. My mother was not perfect in her ability to fry the bacon but who can be? Under.

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Onsdag, februari 24, 2010. Så var det ett asroligt mail jag såg. Nu har jag kanske konstig humor hursomhelst så fnissade jag hysteriskt. Nu vet man vad man kan göra med alla döda flugor på fönsterbrädan. If you are bored at work, at home or somewhere else, here is an idea osv. Tisdag, februari 23, 2010. I Chicago där han ropade in en papperskasse med gamla negativ. När bilderna framkallades insåg Maloof. 1970 och dokumenterar livet i Chicago på ett underbart sätt.