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West of Broken Bow | I used to eat homemade oyster stew. Had milk and canned mushroom soup added. Don’t really have the stomach for it anymore.
There used to be an Italian restaurant I’d occasionally go to for take-out. Don’t know why, but for months I kept eye-balling the freshwater muscles on the menu. Don’t recall exactly what they were served with. All I know is that it was a regretful decision to give in to the curiosity. They were nasty. | |
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