My wife bought some beef to be minced for her spaghetti bolognese.
“Can you do some mincing?” She asked.
So I pouted my lips and used my finger to limply examine the kitchen counter for dust.
My wife bought some beef to be minced for her spaghetti bolognese.
“Can you do some mincing?” She asked.
So I pouted my lips and used my finger to limply examine the kitchen counter for dust.