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That is seriously how my mother cooked when I was a kid. The dreaded words before dinner were, “this was an experiment.”
And it was always shit like this. “Well, it called for four cups of sugar, but sugar is bad for you, so I substituted potato flour.”
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You good?
I think Santa has been huffing the coal or something.
