Have you ever thought- I'm going to die- why am I not dead? That was me, Saturday afternoon. I was cooking a pre-conquistodor lunch for 80 people, in a kitchen that I had never used before. We had sent out the first course of lunch, and had run into a techinical difficulty. The cornish game hens which were being roasted for the second course had
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