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"Oh come on ... ease up!"


She didn’t. Set and determined, she cajoled, pleaded and physically twisted my arm to get me out of the house and into her car.


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Nostalgia and The Rotisserie

By Letty Jacinto-Lopez | October 30, 2002 - 12:00am

When my old and "tattered" friend used hyperboles to describe a craving for food, I arched my brow and swiftly dismissed her with a wave of the hand. "Oh come on ... ease up!" She didn’t....

Food and Leisure