And I hereby pat myself on the back for making delicious french toast, failed baked spaghetti, so-so fried salmon and sausages, and fantastic floats, throughout the course of 3 days after me and L went Mustafa crazy at 4am. Oh the wonders of Mustafa! Now, I'm clean out of spaghetti sauce and eggs, and root beer. Time for another trip!
It's gonna be a lot of home cooking from now on. But oh god how I miss foie gras.
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.