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I lived in a total of 12 houses in the first 17 years of my life.
Now, you may not think that’s a lot, but when you factor in that 6 of those 12 were temporary houses while our next house was being complete, that’s a heck of a lot of packing and unpacking in a short amount of time.
Sometimes these temporary houses would have a full kitchen, sometimes they wouldn’t. Sometimes they had a bedroom, sometimes they did not.
To make the transition as easy as possible, my Mom would make hundreds of casseroles. From manicotti, cannelloni, lasagna, to (more…)