I should sell my baked spaghetti.
It's to die for.
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Adding an ounce of cynical "sunshine" to your drab, wretched life.
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Adding an ounce of cynical "sunshine" to your drab, wretched life.
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1 comment:
I'd have to be the judge of that! I'm first-generation Italian and learned to cook from genuine, off-the-boat Italians - I make great pasta and my eggplant parmasean isn't too shabby either!
Of course, I don't doubt your abilities - it's nice to take pride in such a thing, no?
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