Where is my safari, my big game, my camera? Who is left to take notes? Am I to wander about this kitchen without
direction? I’m fairly certain that if I
were to invent a new dessert I’d call it the Saraha, just to mess with people.
It is not such a massive kitchen that a Jeep is justified,
but I have encountered many ranges, as well as a pan handle. My kitchen aid is a confirmed spatula. I had to fire the last aid because of kleptomania. He was a real wisk taker. Am I hot, or what?
Okay, I’ve been asked to stop this silliness. Apparently,
some people can’t handle the heat.
1 comment:
Hey, don’t beat yourself up dude – get your buns out of the kitchen. You are bound for grater things. Just pick up your glasses and wok right past the island and let all those ideas marinate safely ... After all, YOU are quite the zester!
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