My mom grew up in a very difficult time. at times she felt like a CHeckoslavakian gypsy, ofther times a Catholic German girlscout, a very dedicated Presbyterian housewife, at Other times an ORlando Jew who hated herself. She wanted to be a fashion designer but war put a stop to that ambition. Let's pretent that my Mom is dressing you in the Morning and show off your art, and dance the Futterwacken all day long. She dies of stomach cancer at almost 65. Her name SYlvia Anna Ullmann Burleson. I Love you Mom and hope you are watching us.
Sylvia's Elder Daughter
My Dad, William Frederick Burleson, grew up in the Appalachian regions of NC in a beautiful area of Altomonte with pastoral rolling hills...did you know the the rolling hills are older than the gigantic mountains. He has helped me along with my growth in my Franciscan CHarism as well as my son Michael on how to live simply with very little money to survive. The Burleson's back in the days of stills had serious problems with drinking. ANd I am sure you are full aware of problems this can cause so I will not go into details at this time. My dad is 95 as of today and I hope to visit soon.
My first husband Paul Bowles, a maybe retired chef, who I have no clue where he is currently taught me how to cook for him but he was the master of sushi and shortbread.
My 2nd husband, Steve Schombel, is a philanthropist and is working desperately on his reformation from drinking.
I myself am bipolar and have had a recent insident with catatonia. Be sure to check out my soon to be post story The Land Of Catatonia.
Cookbook of the Day: The Frugal Gourmet
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