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Failure To Lunch

So I'm finally getting my act together and putting up a real food blog I can take care of and maintain on a daily basis. The previous one fell through the cracks after suffering many months of neglect, but this one is going to be for keeps, dammit. I've got a ton of photos I've always meant to upload and a wealth of gastronomic insights I've always intended to write down, but intentions have counted for nothing so far. Back to the keyboard, baby.

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A Scientist in the Kitchen said…
Hi, am looking forward to more of your posts.
July 23, 2008 at 7:40 PM
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