Charles loved wings at Buffalo Wild Wings. Hated the celery that came with them. Hated just about any vegetable and made fun of me for liking celery.
I remember when someone told me that if Charles had a better diet it might help with his depression. I definitely agree. Despite raising him with the right foods in the house, Charles had the worst diet ever and he was far too stubborn to change it. He was a grazer who liked to eat at 1am. Whenever I have celery, it reminds me of the wings he loved and the celery he always handed over to me.
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Beautiful sweet memory in the everyday things. Love it…