sevenedges
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So I'm in here on the forums when I hear "Jeff, can you come help me chop up the pot roast."(for bbq sandwiches) I take one fast glance down from the monitor to see my Battle Mistress just staring me in the eyes.
smiling, I say, "sure." walk to the sink to wash off the tuff glide and started whaling on the sucker. Pieces were flying all over the kitchen and the cats scurring to feast on them. before I knew it the roast was toast, almost a powder and it was all over.
Well now its ready to eat so I guess have to set the plates napkins and KNIVES!
Later, Jeff
smiling, I say, "sure." walk to the sink to wash off the tuff glide and started whaling on the sucker. Pieces were flying all over the kitchen and the cats scurring to feast on them. before I knew it the roast was toast, almost a powder and it was all over.
Well now its ready to eat so I guess have to set the plates napkins and KNIVES!
Later, Jeff