turkish kofta platter

I fancy myself as a divine dinner party hostess.  I fancy myself as someone who embodies the total coolitude of Guarnaschelli's professional kitchen-wizardry, set on Martha's pristine estate filled with ponies, and accompanied with Beyonce's crowd.  Someone who could present a seemingly-casual-and-approachable but truthfully-intended-to-shock-and-stun dinner display with nothing but an elegant breeze in and out of the kitchen, in a spotless oh-so-nothing white dress that belongs in Diane Kruger's closet.  I fancy. But the reality is

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