Back to cooking...who needs water...The first five years of my life I lived in my grandmother's house in France...she never had running water...it was carried by bucket from the local pump. All I have to do is get my water from the bathroom...we really have it so easy.
The mechanic pan fried his snapper outside...it was an easier clean up...we both agreed he would do all the fish cooking on his grill from now on...no fish smell and no messy stove for me.
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