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Post by Panchito on Mar 10, 2009 19:32:27 GMT -5
Panchito sat at a campfire outside his hotel (Coronado Springs), cooking over the fire.
Restaurants were fine, but there were times when he got the urge for a meal cooked over an open fire.
So, there he sat, on the ground, with a frying pan, cooking the three 'Bs': beans, biscuits and bacon.
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Post by Colette on Mar 11, 2009 19:17:56 GMT -5
Colette held the key to her room as she walked through Coronardo Springs. Her silky black hair was tied half-up, half-down. An old smell hit her nose, a smell from her childhood. Memories of her mother making bacon on snow days filled her head.
Following the smell, she found the source. Now other smells had joined it. Ones she did not recognize, save something that smelled a little like bread, a lot like bread actually.
She looked to the rooster cooking the food. "What are you making, monsieur?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Panchito on Mar 12, 2009 18:14:49 GMT -5
Panchito looked up at the voice. Oh, ho, here was a pretty girl he did not know.
He jumped to his feet and doffed his sombrero. "Hola, senorita. I am Panchito. Welcome to my camp." Okay, so it wasn't really a camp per se; his hotel room was only six feet away.
"This?" he continued, to answer her question. "This is only los frijoles, y las galletas, and also a little bit of tocino...bacon."
"Maybe you are hungry? Maybe you would like to join me, yes?"
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