at the Haws House: authentic Hungarian Goulash. Some days just need it, don't they? I know of a particular man that is having great challenges today in his bishop's office. I don't know what those challenges are; I can't ask him about them; he can't tell me about them. What can I do? I can make sure that when he walks in the house, at whatever hour he is eventually able to break away, that he is greeted by heavenly aromas, a tidy home, and a smiling, sympathetic wife. So right now the crock pot is working its magic on some simple ingredients. Now I just need to make sure the other parts of the formula are ready, too.
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