I sat in the evening session of Stake Conference last month as scrambled as a Kal-toh game. Organize kids to help, pick tomatoes, wash and boil and icewater and skin them (the tomatoes), cut and squeeze and blend and boil them, add spices, chop onions and peppers and add them, turn down to simmer, hurry and shower, dress and run, sit and hope for clarity. With wet curls and hurried makeup and my most comfortable clothes, I was there, sittin...
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