Once upon a time, before the dreams of feathery, pastel, penguins and IDF wars. Before excel files and coffee breaks… even before zion and the afterlife- The Ginrod had a meal to cook, but not just ANY meal, a hearty meal. A meal with meat and made from the heart. She took her butcher knife to her kuehlschrank um etwas leckeres zu finden.
“What should I eat??“- the Ginrod deliberated as she placed her finger on her chin for the point to be pondered.
She kicked up her dainty pink heels and….
(to be continued)
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