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Jan 2010
Making a meal is like making love,
At the beginning, its all about preparation,
Getting the right ingredients, finding the right temperature,
And of course, one must love the meal one is about to "make".
And away you go, mixing up the wet and dry pieces,
Stirring them together until a stiff dough is formed,
The aromas tickle the nose, the taste of sweet and salt, just right,
The quickening of movement when everything begins to cook at the same time,
The heart starts pounding as boiling bubbles satisfy our senses,
A frenzied rush to get everything on the plate at the same time,
A  sudden rush of staem, noise, maybe a little burn or two?,
Then everything just kinda comes together, and the food is taken off the boil, simmering slowly to a warm glow,,, mmmmmmmm yumm.



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eileen mcgreevy
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