I think I'm going to pay members of my family to stand and watch my mom cook during Thanksgiving... then every time she finishes a meal I'm going to have them clap... Like on Emeril Live. It will make her so mad. But it makes me so happy.
Also... using butter or garlic will warrant cheering.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
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