"Holy Smokes!" is a phrase I grew up hearing often. Maybe it's a Bronxism. Maybe it was just something my mother said. I don't know. But I do know that I heard the phrase ricochet through head last night during dinner. Look at what the kids are eating:
Holy Smokes! It's artichokes!
Honestly, I didn't serve it to them. Both made a fuss when I started eating, and neither one wanted to share with me. Each demanded their own half. Wow. This was an eye opening meal!
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