At our house, we cook. A lot. Sometimes our meals are very thematic and other times they're very, um, eclectic. Sometimes we have grandiose plans, which, in the bleak twilight of after-work exhaustion, fall like a jostled souflée. Those are the nights that we order pizza or go to the market to forage for a random assortment of cheeses, sushi,
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