Ma, Where’s My Bucket Of Kentucky?
It’s such a cliche, longing for the simpler days during times of uncertainty. But here I am, craving for a retro birthday menu I once whined about as a kid who was always asking — “Where’s my bucket of Kentucky?”















































It’s such a cliche, longing for the simpler days during times of uncertainty. But here I am, craving for a retro birthday menu I once whined about as a kid who was always asking — “Where’s my bucket of Kentucky?”
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