I remember as a kid, we would be playing out in the yard all day,
but when our Mom called us for supper (we called it dinner), we
would high tail it for the house. Sometimes I was so engrossed in
my play that I would not even think about food, but when the call
went out, I would realize how famished I was.
There is something comforting about hearing the call for supper! To
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