A dear friend of mine once tried to enchant me with the twin wonders of intricate cooking and fine dining, as hopeless a cause as ever existed, since just that same morning my beagles and I had enthusiastically shared a perfectly good hamburger we found on the sidewalk. Not that it much mattered once my friend worked up a full head of steam; I might as well not have been in the room as she went on and on about the wonders of the working kitchen.
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