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HOW TO TELL IF YOU’VE SIGNED UP FOR A BAD COOKING CLASS: |
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For the first day of class, you're told to bring a pencil, some paper, and a fire extinguisher.
The "Gourmet Restaurant" lesson is nothing more than a half-hour of rearranging small bits of food on a plate.
The instructor never gives a failing grade; he just makes you eat what you cooked.
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Woolfgang Emetik
— Cooks Valley, California
"In my cooking class, I've saved paper by eliminating the course evaluation form. Instead, students give me either a champagne toast or a pie in the face."
Perhaps buying more local food can help you avoid culinary disasterpieces...
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“All My Parties” – Dire Straits, from the album On Every Street |
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Ah, here comes the dip; You may kiss the cook.
Let me show you, honey; It's easy—look:
You take a fork and spike 'em...
Say, did you try these?
So glad you like 'em—
The secret's in the cheese.
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REVIEW: Though the party was soon to be over for Dire Straits as a band, they put out this one last studio album, and it turned out to be a smashing success. On Every Street includes two big hits—"Calling Elvis" and "Heavy Fuel"—and the remaining tracks, including "Fade To Black" and "You And Your Friend," do a good job of making this the cherry on top of the sundae that was Dire Straits' savory career.
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