Chef's Specialty

The stylish kitchen was where the chicken had to be prepared and couldn't be spared by the good old chef who was known as Jeff on that fateful day with the baking tray placed in the oven heated to govern the cooking of which was a dinner pitch for that very night with the stars so bright in the sky above everyone would love who were invited and be delighted on that occasion without persuasion to share in some feast not saying the least that could've been said if it was just bread with a bowl of stew for some hungry crew. And so it happened they were all fattened by the food they ate as they supped 'till late and when the time came the guests couldn't blame the chef or the host for the chicken roast and the side dishes which pleased the wishes of all the guests there who enjoyed the fare with many a thanks without any blanks and there it ended the night presented. All the guests who came did not leave the same because of the food eaten that was good. -------------------

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George-Krokos

74 / M / Australian

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