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Ooooh, SLT... I am not allowed in that store. Two weeks ago, when I was in there, I bought a $15 spatula. It's a French spatula. Don't even get me started on Surfas (in Culver City)... never walked out of there without spending less than $85.

What a fun class! I'm a sucker for a good quiche, and I will NEVER turn down a mushroom.

Knife skills next, huh? Reminds me of Napoleon Dynamite - nunchuk skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills... I digress. Are you a Wusthof or Henkels girl?

There's a spy school for girls in Las Vegas ... and they teach you how to kick ass in high heels ... and make a perfect martini ... and shoot a gun ... and stuff. I really want to do it. Hmmm ... now you have me thinking about it again.

Love to eat. Hate to cook. Is there an other side to that class where people can just sign up to eat the food that's made? I haven't had a good quiche in years!
Glad you had fun!!


SLT. *sigh* I have a tiny kitchen, with little storage space and I rarely cook, but I still feel the need to buy everything in that store when I go in it!

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