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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
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My dog.
4 comments:
Cold butter! Not much else, needs to be; said?
Et tu, Bacon Ace?
Cold butter will tear hot corn bread.
At least bring it to room temperature.
-- Lamont "Biscuits and Sausage Gravy" Cranston
I made corn bread the other night. Fresh out of the oven with room temperature (not cold) butter. I don't even have a snappy comment here...I'm too busy going mmmmm.
I wonder if it's too late to make more right now...
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