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July 09, 2009



When Gus smells it on Christmas Day and tells you that it doesn't smell good and why can't you go to a school that will teach you how to cook good, then you can call me. Until then, it is mild in comparison to my oldest (who actually said, "Wow! That smells amazing!" last night in reference to some chicken and pilaf I was making).

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