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Is it instinctive or are we given the right or ability to play our part in this extravagant dining? We tremble in anticipation in this enchanted forest, waiting breathlessly for the next amuse bouche.
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Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 4:24 AM UTC
A parting gift.
Is it instinctive or are we given the right or ability to play our part in this extravagant dining? We tremble in anticipation in this enchanted forest, waiting breathlessly for the next amuse bouche.
Inspired by Hestonbloominawful's fairytale pig-out seen on the beeb. copyright © Caroline Grace 2010
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Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 4:24 AM UTC
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