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gripe about lunch

gripe about lunch After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating Fat hamburgers and over-processed food

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