A Prologue To A Lonely Soliloquy

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his could not be right. It could never be an epilogue yet as we are not about half way in the mark of our epic journey in Dom’s Hobart ‘wok-a-bout ’ and his restaurant's wild wandering adventure business. For your curiosity I was already kind of a great ‘little student cook’ once and had all my friends coming around for dinner most nights. For when you were a full-time university student living far away from home you have to look after yourself well and the first thing you have to learn is how to cook so you won't go starving skipping meals and all that which would eventually  be all detrimental to your studies and basic well-being.. As well as living away from my  initial host family environment I have to straight away learn how to be independent self-reliant and being self sufficient  on a tightly balanced  stringent student budget funded by my parents who were not rich and had  other siblings to support overseas. In any case I cook well dress well and study well. I chanced to know the honorable Duncan Qoulhoun Kerr and honorable Michael Aird very well then because as student friends they used to raid my fridge frequently especially after their tiring and hungry pub crawl.