not a bit of it. i too have felt the undeniable frisson of roughly cleaving a pat of normandy's finest. it appeals to the epicurean in all of us: "i am a devil-may-care, exciting, experimental, chef - i care nothing for saturates or transfats or measurements. i pity the fools microwaving their 'be good to yourself' lasagna and wish on them the early death i shall warmly embrace myself..."
I am of course willing to accept that it might just be me. Sorry for your time. Carry on.
not a bit of it. i too have felt the undeniable frisson of roughly cleaving a pat of normandy's finest. it appeals to the epicurean in all of us: "i am a devil-may-care, exciting, experimental, chef - i care nothing for saturates or transfats or measurements. i pity the fools microwaving their 'be good to yourself' lasagna and wish on them the early death i shall warmly embrace myself..."
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