National Post : The skeletal spatulas moved in spastic disunison
"like the legs of some waking beast preparing to lurch toward the unsuspecting spectators. Children cried. Old women squinted. It was almost meal time. ... 'Sometimes,' she continued conspiratorily, 'we use maple syrup.' But before she could go on, several other chefs rushed up and hushed her. Just as well. If she had said any more, they probably would have had to kill me."
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