Today was a busy day.
I go, like a good visual of the food used at the studio where we're taking a job and find that within a few hours I should call upon all my mental and physical resources.
Yes, because the food stylist also have weaknesses.
Mine is the liver.
In the sense that really makes me sick.
After years of separate streets and a wonderfully dazzling ignore each other, here that I discovered that a substance that some persist in reckless eating, it would have come in contact with me with the laughable excuse of a burst of food recipe called arbitrarily.
I can do. I can do. I can do.
It 's a piece of meat like any other. I can do.
Ah, the RAT!
In fact I made it to the end.
Without big tricks, however, except for minor details, indeed, such as thick rubber gloves cleaning lady model, four times the layer of parchment paper with which I lined the cutting board and use of disposable instruments strictly.
All right then. The so-called recipe has been immortalized in the memory of my undying heroic act, it seems I've survived without major injuries and the protagonist of this history (the other, not me) I even used the courtesy of not out fragrance as usual.
not you moved?
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