This week, the cravings have changed from pastry to savoury. The whole of yesterday, our dear mummy-to-be kept chanting "Pork Chop Pork Chop Pork Chop Pork Chop" like it wards off the pain and breathlessness that shes feeling during this period.The flavor of the pork chop brings Ade the memory of her late mum's cooking. The familiarity of that taste makes her feel all at home again. Mother's love. From mum to daughter, and now daughter to son. I'm sure Bryan will find the taste familiar when he tries it next time. Slurp.
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