The Sociology of a Kitchen

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Is there a point to hot, pourable custard? You must have contrast. Tripe was a form of torture back in the day. Something to be beaten, with a sprinkling of salt or lemon, to bring you to your senses. My previous five wives banned me from the kitchen. I had reduced many to rubble in pursuit of the perfect poached egg. Can I pretend to be the man who sued God? This was not a recipe for fitness. Mash until pink and juicy. Onto a plate, a steaming poached egg, extra eggshell on top. Love? Disaster? The dog bit him.

2 thoughts on “The Sociology of a Kitchen

  1. Haha! Love the wit in this. And the kitchen can easily turn into a battleground. Every person for themselves. Season and garnish according to your liking. 🙂

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