Bands with Pans: Celestial Shore
Once they crisp up around the edges, they’re done. Greg eventually takes over, scooping them up with metal tongs onto a plate with paper towels.
I asked how many we need, the ratio, whatever. Max: “A million.”
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By Beca Grimm
Once they crisp up around the edges, they’re done. Greg eventually takes over, scooping them up with metal tongs onto a plate with paper towels.
I asked how many we need, the ratio, whatever. Max: “A million.”
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