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  • WHILE DECEMBER was still winding down, I donned my trusty, crusty old apron and started working on New Year's dinner.

    After more than the usual amount of culinary foreplay, the climax looked something like this...
  • FILET OF BEEF in rough puff pastry...
  • WITH PHONY truffle sauce (my house is already heavily mortgaged, so I can't afford truffles, even for New Year's) and a wild rice mixture...
  • CUTTING INTO IT seems like the Rape of the Sabines, but it is, after all, the whole point of the exercise...
  • AND, WHILE the taste was exquisite, neither Lilli nor her human familiar Howling Wolf seemed very impressed.

    Anyway, at the risk of repeating myself, Happy New Year!

    (Burp).
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