1 Cup Sugar
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1 Tablespoon SaltYoung Sheila Barbosa did not want to go to church that Sunday morning. It was a beautiful day, the sun had already heated up the muggy air outside her window, and she would have much rather sat out by the above ground pool with a magazine and got her tan on. It didn’t make her a bad person, she still loved Jesus, she just didn’t feel like being yelled at by some fat red-faced traveling preacher who smelled like B.O. and baloney. She would just tell her mom she was on her period and did not feel well, which wasn’t a complete lie as she was on her period, sorta, it could very well start that day and then that would be a whole ‘nother situation. Revival weeks were about zero fun and most of the regular parishioners knew that deep dow
