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learning how to dehydrate food was easy
but it was so hard to convince them
to get over the need for meat.
learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she  would taste and motive me to improve my performances. I made up terms as I would go along.One day she made the statement that She could coach a team of men to support her marrying me: due to my lack of concern for her needs as I had fallen in love with my new dehydration machine. She said that she was tired of employing the people of Newfoundland and Labrador to voice her concerns.I didn't get  the joke.
I began a cycle of thought believing I could invent a new type of seasoning or at least create a new way to uses buddhas hands,chilis ,garlic, lemon grass,milk, sour cream,potatoes, chives onions and shucked clams, and fish as base for a broth bisque. I then added the gelatiny fat from pig feet stock.I was look ing for a full bodied taste. Something I could feed a soccer team on a cool spring morning, and by lunchtime they'd beg me for more.She inspired me this with her lewd joke: and I felt ashamed until one day, I had made a croutons from 3 loaves of day old bread: The garlicy buttered bread sprinkled with dried parmesan cheese complimented the soup so well that I called people over to taste it. People loved the smokey baconish-garlicy, suttle fishy taste of the creamy bisque were the tender potatoes and onions a combined to create a smooth soothing satisfying herb topped delicacy that wasn't kruel to the palette: but more fullor to tickle the need for more.

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