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Jun 2017
****, me, you just went though 500g
of pasta, like a shark might
                 **** off a piece of meat
on a bone... if what you juct cooked
wasn't tasty, i don't know what could,
or ever will be.

and it was a spontaneous recipe,
        i could feel the sharks swarming,
and the stomach grunting...
  some meat, pref. bbq sausage & chicken...
sun-dried tomatoes in olive oil,
garlic paste,
                 spring onions
              honey,
                    paprika,
        ­         turmeric,
                  peshwari chilli powder...
(or just mild)...
                   crème fraîche...
        and some parsley to garnish...
        pasta wise?
   not spaghetti...
                the bow-ties... *farfalle
...
                    i swear i must have
missed something... ah!
       zest of a lemon, and lemon juice
                               to combat the honey.
it couldn't have been that bad,
thought up in a matter of seconds,
    and half a kilogram of pasta eaten in
under half an hour...
                   couldn't have been that bad;
maybe that's why i was so good
at organic chemistry...
       translated, appropriately into
                           a culinary environment.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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