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LOL! My mom was a terrible cook. (I learned to cook in order to survive!) My dad used to say that the smoke alarm was her kitchen timer. Mom's solution to blazing pans was the back door... I'd be playing on the swing set or something and see these cookpot infernos go flying off the back porch! Then she would squirt 'em with the hose and say they needed to "soak." LOL!
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