Before I get all deep and philosophical on tomorrow's post about encountering BuddaJesus Uncle Clay in a non-descript shaved ice shoppe on the east side of Honolulu in a non-descript strip mall, I found my humor soul mate -- Rap Reiplinger. Not only did he nail my experience with room service 35 years ago, he also had a vision for my cooking show.
and.... my cooking show...which I was going to name "Shut Up! I'm cooking." but Auntie Marialani works;)
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