6/4/08
They are France, and you can't, too
I abandoned a certain section when I slogged through seven columns of reviews apparently written with one eye on the computer screen, the other on the mirror (you could almost hear the grunts and "You go, girl!"s) and saw: On the web: 20 more. And so I missed a gem. I would give a hat tip to the certain someone who tipped me off, but it is a very small world. . . .
Labels:
cookbooks,
France,
narcissism,
travel
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2 comments:
Ha!
At last someone's not afraid to lift the curtain.
Oh, my. I cried the other day when my dog Aldo seem to be dancing to The Love Dogs.
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