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Originally Posted by Greenie
I have this mental picture in my head of your basement dungeon with a frosted glass door over in the corner that says "PANTRY" on it in fancy cursive writing surrounded by etchings of flowers & food  |
Nice call!
But that would have been the original Philadelphia dungeon. Now that was a scary basement... well, it was a cellar, really. A maze of rooms with ancient looking stone walls under a big old house from Revolutionary War times. My grandfather had his barbershop down there and all the old cabinets had frosted glass doors and fancy cursive writing with little cherubs, fruit and flowers.
Unfortunately there are no basements or cellars down in the Keys. The underlying fossilized coral rock has to be blasted into and then the ocean tends to come fill them up.
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Originally Posted by emmanuelle
I'll bet he eats very well, with a passel of obedient slaves tethered to the oven eager to service his every craving
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Well, eager and obedient are pretty much a given if someone wants to call herself a slave (around here anyway). Unfortunately my entire passel must have slipped their tethers because I'll be grilling a steak all by myself in just a few minutes.
Thanks for both of the nice mental visuals!
