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John was the host with the most, his pavlovas were to die for.

He was a demon in the kitchen and always used fresh local ingredients. A lot of the vegetables he grew himself at his well tended allotment plot. He blended his own spices and there always seemed to be one flavour you just couldn’t put your finger on what it was.

There wasn’t a pudding today, it didn’t matter because after the main course his guests couldn’t move anyway. They weren’t stuffed, he’d drugged them. It was then that he shackled them and began to enjoy his evening.

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    Oh dear! Pavlovas to die for! Scary!

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    Christopher 2 months ago

    Note to self - cancel dinner plans with John!

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    Frenchie about 2 months ago

    I'll stick to bland food, thank you 🤣
    Loved it!

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    Lisa Williams about 2 months ago

    Thanks all for reading and commenting. You know you'd all be welcome to come for a meal here right? xxx

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    Neville Hunt about 2 months ago


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