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My stomach is a black hole after smoking; anything edible that passes my greedy glazed over stare is almost invariably becoming stored away fat within seconds.
A few years ago I was at a friends house. We came up from the basement to the kitchen and a huge pot lay simmering on the oven. We opened the lid to find pasta in a creamy white sauce with scallops, shrimp and caramelized onions. My friends mother is an extraordinary morrocan/french chef, and to have this wonderful wonderful feast before us....it was a couple shades away from a religious experience. Noone was in the house, and it wasn't unordinary for my friends mother to leave food for us.
A 1/2 hour later the mother, father, and a couple of their friends come over for dinner. It turns out me and my friend KO'd a meal meant for 6. And then some.
My stomach is a black hole after smoking; anything edible that passes my greedy glazed over stare is almost invariably becoming stored away fat within seconds.
A few years ago I was at a friends house. We came up from the basement to the kitchen and a huge pot lay simmering on the oven. We opened the lid to find pasta in a creamy white sauce with scallops, shrimp and caramelized onions. My friends mother is an extraordinary morrocan/french chef, and to have this wonderful wonderful feast before us....it was a couple shades away from a religious experience. Noone was in the house, and it wasn't unordinary for my friends mother to leave food for us.
A 1/2 hour later the mother, father, and a couple of their friends come over for dinner. It turns out me and my friend KO'd a meal meant for 6. And then some.