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| a lightly seasoned pan |
stir that stuff |
add a little flour |
add some ass-tearing crushed reds |
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| the chef - with the world's first breast implant |
the dough hath risen |
punch it down |
knead that stuff |
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| beat the dough into submission with a rolling
pin |
a finely crafted crust |
the ever-crucial oil ring |
francesco rinaldi - is there anything he CAN'T
do? |
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| another ass-tearing layer of crushed reds |
cheese - the other white meat |
the cook suddenly transforms into an angry old
man |
my favorite part - the incessant burning |
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notice the "flavor crater" in the
south-western hemisphere. |
another victory! |
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