#s37e04 triple d nation - farm-to-table

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[I would have done anything to feel real again.]

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Absolutely amazing appetite. No one was ever gonna let me eat it. No one else came in. I went on over to his place for a burger and my mouth just went right back over there. It was phenomenal. I got a free bowl, a bowl of ice cream and an ice cream cone. I'm sitting there crying all hell broke loose.

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[This dish called a hamburger.]

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[I want to know am I the sky or a bird! FIERI: Hell's boiling over and heaven is full. And we're chained to the world and we all gotta pull and move it out of here. Into the pot. Gosh, this is going to be melt in your mouth.]

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[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]

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[Grabbed my thigh.]

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[Dairy -- Dairy -- [ Babbles ] [ Laughs ] Said. ♪♪]

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[This is the pancake batter. We're going to start with eggs, buttermilk, salt, baking powder, and sugar. Okay.]

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[He who sneers at love will be left howling by love.]

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[Branches stirred, carving the moon into slivers.]

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[🥕]

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[There's a little kick of spice, which is really nice and enjoyable. World is not a ‘set of tools’ for her, in the Heideggerian sense.]

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[And we do griddle cakes with their cornmeal. Our expectancies are rewarded by substances. Sugar, melted butter, buttermilk, leavening, local cornmeal, all-purpose flour.]

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[Got it. Granulated garlic, then celery seed. Then I give it the old shaky. Throw some music to this, please. [ Up-tempo music plays ]]

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[Across L.A.]

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[As long as it's constantly changing. As long as it's constantly sound. If there's no sense of impending danger.]