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}}<p> Who doesn't know that? You are looking forward to a nice, crispy piece of meat after a hard day of work, but your useless child,
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who you instructed to cook it, gives you a charred something instead. You castigate them, but the problem stays the same: You are
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hungry. Which means that there is no other way than doing it yourself: walk to the fireplace, cut out a big, bloody chunk of the animal,and throw it into the kettle. And lo and behold: Slowly the pleasent smell of burned life reaches you nostrils. Is there anything better than that?
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I don't think so.
 
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Latest revision as of 20:22, 6 September 2016

The Art of Crispy Meat
(FormID: 000449C8)
Editor Name _00E_MQP01_CookingMeat
Type Lore FormID 000449C8
EN-Cost.png 25 EN-Weight.png 1.00

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Locations
  • Boreo's Book Blessing
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1012.219055
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1018.489990
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1027.484985
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1028.433960
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1032.837036
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 1036.824097
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 982.841248
  • Home, Sweet Home (20, -7) @ Z: 992.901672
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Who doesn't know that? You are looking forward to a nice, crispy piece of meat after a hard day of work, but your useless child, who you instructed to cook it, gives you a charred something instead. You castigate them, but the problem stays the same: You are hungry. Which means that there is no other way than doing it yourself: walk to the fireplace, cut out a big, bloody chunk of the animal,and throw it into the kettle. And lo and behold: Slowly the pleasent smell of burned life reaches you nostrils. Is there anything better than that?

I don't think so.