Then you've got a couple of brand new best friends. Did I mention that Mrs. L was a four star chef in another life? Just because you've survived the economic apocolypse doesn't mean you have to live like a barbarian.
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“Mrs. L was a four star chef in another life”
I read that New Year’s eve snackfest of yours from a ways back. ‘You had me at’ goat cheese. It sounded like heaven.
>>Then you’ve got a couple of brand new best friends. Did I mention that Mrs. L was a four star chef in another life? <<
Hey, I drafted you first! And Mrs. L. is part of the package! We can just take the smokes from JRF! That is the POINT of having a zombie biker gang!!
Another, younger life. Me, too. That life is for young, smart kids that will eat your brains if it makes them better chefs in the real-world kitchens. Been there, done that. I live poor, but I live well.
Nothing like picking yet another zucchni and figuring out what the hell to do with it you haven't done before, to feed the crowd.
I stick with classics, tomato, basil, cheese. Baked, boiled, broiled or fried.
/johnny