White Glove, Black Glove
The chef prepares to disinter the roast.
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
cute, Judy 🙂
~David
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Glad to help out 🙂
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What an incredible mixed metaphor!
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Incredible equals inedible, but in this case the meal was not really burned and was delicious.
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did he make a meal for the gods? Burnt offerings???
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Ha..Actually, I lied a bit. He made pasta carbonara and in spite of its name, it was perfectly cooked…and delicious.
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Good news! I burn everything;
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Well, you have other talents…
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Hardly, I can burn sauerkraut! LOL.
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I mean talents other than cooking, such as writing,
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Thank you Judy, but the jury is still out on that one, LOL
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What?😂
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