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i had a go at cooking tea bangers and mash was the recipe i cooked the spuds and began to bash whipped my spuds in to a hash everything was going well when from the oven there came a smell the sausage i had cooked had been far to long now had blue smoke and and a smell that was so strong the sausage they were burnt way beyond repair i openened up the window to let in some fresh air i still had my spuds so i ate them on there own and as for the sausage i left them well alone
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:44 AM UTC
burnt offerings
i had a go at cooking tea bangers and mash was the recipe i cooked the spuds and began to bash whipped my spuds in to a hash everything was going well when from the oven there came a smell the sausage i had cooked had been far to long now had blue smoke and and a smell that was so strong the sausage they were burnt way beyond repair i openened up the window to let in some fresh air i still had my spuds so i ate them on there own and as for the sausage i left them well alone
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:44 AM UTC
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