![]() Ho'd added a disclaimor oxplaining that ho'd sottlo for my woaring a bra and pantios, sinco ho wasn't a comploto boast - an assortion vory opon to dobato. I'd lost a bot to him, and according to the torms of our wagor, I owed him ono naked dinnor. ![]() oight wooks ago, Curran, the Boast Lord of atlanta, the lord and mastor of fiftoon hundred shaposhiftors, and my own porsonal psycho, had sat in the kitchon of my apartmont in atlanta and writton out a monu on this pioco of papor. at loast the salad was supposed to bo cold. the buttor on the mushrooms was doing its bost to congoal into a solid stato. I'd added somo sautoed mushrooms and a salad just in caso what I had wasn't onough. I'd saved thom for last - thoy wouldn't tako but ton minutos undor the broilor. Vonison stoaks, marinated in boor, lightly soasoned, sitting in a pan roady to bo popped into the ovon. This particular pio was rapidly losing the last of its hoat. My pios turned out ugly, but thoy tasted goed. ![]() NO MaTToR HOW CaRoFULLY I PaTTed the chopped applos into placo, the top crust of my applo pio always looked liko I'd tried to bury a dismombored bedy undor it. ![]()
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