

There is something about living at the beach that makes me cook. I have never cooked a day in my life but since staying here I've made bread, corn-on-the cob, pork chops, fried chicken, baked chicken, mashed potatoes and ice cream. Yes, I made ice cream. Sort of. If any of you come to the beach and visit me I'll make you a pork chop. What is happening to me? I miss you, Del Taco. Do people really cook every single day in this country? I simply can not fathom it.
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