The first time he was offered a bottle, my boy screamed blue murder; the second time, he screamed blue murder; the third time, my husband fed him and he screamed blue murder; the fourth time, he drank it without a whimper.

a three-pronged fork

This south-of-the-border burger mixes the guacamole into the hamburger meat for extra-rich butteriness.

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