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Playing With Fire

One impulsive Saturday morning in Autumn Quail eggs take all the blames Quail eggs from Laguna Farmer’s market Unspeakable - what to do with these weird eggs? Later that night, FIRST home-made dinner was born. …. recipes, Bill Briwa, olive oils, herbs, wines …… Raw Appreciation, Organic Acceptance Flooding the kitchen space; his/her life space. sizzling boiling roasting braising simmering occasionally, a few drops of blood spiced up TLC Grilling, oh yes, Hallelujah Outdoor Grilling – His joy, his toy!!! Playing with unregulated fire, Men, Grill, Fire -- Don’t ask. My contributions: chopping, seasoning, stirring, dancing to 20’s music back-scratching “need just a touch of pepper”, I expressed “I shall send my mom to you” “Hmmm, superb sea bass”, “too many savory flavors fighting each other” My Sweetie chef laughing mercilessly, he declared My girlfriend becomes a food critic.

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Date: 11/30/2021 3:47:00 PM
A unique style you have. Flowing and insightful. Enjoyed learning about your experience.
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