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Gracie Allen's Classic Recipe for Roast Beef

1 large Roast of beef
1 small Roast of beef

Take the two roasts and put them in the oven.
When the little one burns, the big one is done.


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  1. AndreaApril 9, 2010 at 9:09 AM

    I love this....!

    Hope you are doing well. Just thinking about you..makes me smile.

    Hugs, andrea

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  2. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartApril 9, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    Oh funny! That's cute.
    Happy Friday my friend.
    Kim

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  3. Beth in NCApril 9, 2010 at 1:32 PM

    Ha. Cute! Happy Friday!

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  4. Deborah AnnApril 9, 2010 at 1:42 PM

    Hahaha! I love it! Sounds like my kind of recipe....

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  5. DeniseApril 9, 2010 at 5:00 PM

    lol, this made me smile.

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  6. Mevely317April 9, 2010 at 5:07 PM

    My kind of gal! DH would have to starve if he relied on me to cook!

    Happy Weekend, my friend!

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  7. LorenApril 9, 2010 at 5:29 PM

    That's a knee slapper :)

    Love you Mary!!! Have a blessed Friday my friend

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  8. rcubesApril 9, 2010 at 6:23 PM

    Sounds great...I don't even need a timer! LOL...Have a great weekend sister and God bless and praying with you for R. Take care. Love to you.

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  9. http://bitsandpieces-sonja.blogspot.com/April 9, 2010 at 7:04 PM

    HA! I completely understand that recipe... unfortunately!

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  10. Joyful in His PresenceApril 9, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    Love it! Reminds me of what a speaker shared at a ladies conference I went to one time. She said if you are running behind time with getting dinner on the table, put an onion in the oven to roast...it smells as if you really have supper almost done, even if you haven't started it. lol Sounds a bit deceptive, but I guess it could work.

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  11. Heart2HeartApril 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM

    Mary,

    Now this is a recipe anyone can follow, even my teenager! This is great and loved it!

    Make sure you stop by my blog for a chance to enter in both book giveaways as one ends tomorrow.

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  12. AlleluiabelleApril 10, 2010 at 7:46 PM

    I'm with Deborah Ann...sounds like my kind of recipe too! LOL :D

    Love you and praying,
    Alleluiabelle

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  13. christy roseApril 11, 2010 at 4:12 PM

    Oh my goodness!! Too funny!

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