That Guy:

Grew up on the mean streets of Malden, with vision, to boldly spice food that no man had spiced before. With a ladle by his side and a tanakh under his pillow, he endeavors to meld spice and food together until there is no more room on his chest for hair.

This Guy:

With a pack on his back, he came from the cow pastures of the summer. The sweet fruits in the orchards tickled his nostrils as he walked. He hummed a song, sweeter than the most tantalizing nectarfruit. With Rashi on inside and bear on the outside, he walked.

They met, somewhere inside or outside or inside of the city, I can’t recall. They both knew the instant they saw each other, food would encompass their Wednesday’s for quite some time. And that my friends is how Mid Week Meal was born!

Go henceforth and spread the word, These Guys have come cook where no chef has cooked before.

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