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Published: October 24th 2006
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So, last week I got home from school and went into the kitchen to say ciao to Lucia, and she was cooking dinner. She was explaining to me what she was cooking, and I thought she said ‘cavallo’, which is horse. She was telling me that because it has an odor after you cook it (una puzza), she had to put the pot outside. I was absolutely terrified that she was cooking smelly horse for cena, but l...
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Leslie Britt
Leslie
Haha
Unfortuntely I have not heard the paranoia song in paris, but I have done the bryn mawr run-sometimes it's just necessary (and I apologize for having made fun of you @ bmc ) congrats on eating the brain-i don't think i'll have to worry about being confronted with "cervello di mukka" because my host family doesn't even eat red meat. the worst thing I've had is paté. Tu me manques!