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I got a phone call today. From Camille. After the initial pleasantries (what have you been up to the whole 2 1/2 days since I last saw you?), the real reason for her call became clear. Some of you may remember this post. Since then, I have doctored Camille’s Meat (heeheehee…makes me giggle, cuz it sounds dirty, but it’s not) a couple of different ways, but we still have it about once a week (it should also be mentioned that, until I packed her kitchen, she had it at her house that often, too). This is the transcript of the call:
Kamel: “I need to know how you make your Asian Beef with Noodles”.
Me: “It’s your recipe, but with Red Cock Sauce”.
Kamel: ” Yeah, but I can’t remember how to make my meat”.

Reeeeaaaallly. The girl can’t even remember her own meat. We quickly cleared it up though, and let’s be honest: All I really wanted was an excuse to use the phrases “Camille’s Meat” and “Red Cock Sauce” in the same conversation.
BTW, Kevin named the sauce, as if you couldn’t figure it out.