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While she's pouring the red wine I am cutting the onions. Some hot olive oil and a hot pan and there's your sweet smell. She hands me my wine glass And I take a big sip. 1995 Elderton Shiraz. What a wine! Un-fuckin-believable! I drop some veal into the pan. And some finely chopped garlic. And some thyme. I turn the meat over. A few drops of white wine And I tilt the pan. The meat catches fire. So does my sleeve. She's screaming From the top of her lungs. I'm raising my hand To calm her down. But instead I'm watching the flames Turn my arm into a Charred And smoky Mess. A few days later I am back home. She's gone. Thank god. As I enter the kitchen I see the pan. It's still there. Too bad my arm is wrapped In Bandage. I would love to cook me a steak. Charred. And Smoky. The way it's supposed to be.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Charred & Smoky
While she's pouring the red wine I am cutting the onions. Some hot olive oil and a hot pan and there's your sweet smell. She hands me my wine glass And I take a big sip. 1995 Elderton Shiraz. What a wine! Un-fuckin-believable! I drop some veal into the pan. And some finely chopped garlic. And some thyme. I turn the meat over. A few drops of white wine And I tilt the pan. The meat catches fire. So does my sleeve. She's screaming From the top of her lungs. I'm raising my hand To calm her down. But instead I'm watching the flames Turn my arm into a Charred And smoky Mess. A few days later I am back home. She's gone. Thank god. As I enter the kitchen I see the pan. It's still there. Too bad my arm is wrapped In Bandage. I would love to cook me a steak. Charred. And Smoky. The way it's supposed to be.
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Austrian
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
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