My wife has a lot of recipes. Suppose I invited you over one Saturday night to join us in the reading of some of her receipts? We could read her recipes for Sunday dinner: pot roast with carrots and potatoes, green bean casserole, squash, sweet potato casserole, rolls and chocolate pie?
You would probably say, “Ken, I’d rather wait until Sunday and come over and taste it myself.” Continue reading
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