Stamford Hill
Fry up the onion and potato in pasta.
Are you crazy?
It'll be a carb party.
Her french grammar is terrible, but we cannot ascertain that as metaphysical fact.
No one cares.
The potatoes, they must go in first.
Move to London in the next five minutes without a review, without second thought.
A missing leek...
Pipes drain the sink.
Who is hungry?
Sure, I could go a bowl of whatever is going.