I am a trained professional, a trusted real estate adviser. I'm just like that well-coifed woman on the snappy National Association of Realtors ads -- the one standing just inside the white picket fence wearing a tailored suit, a proud lapel pin and a big-ol' smile. Yep -- I'm just like her. Except I spent the better part of yesterday scouring the copper bottoms of an entire set of cookware that might have been unearthed from the Mayan ruins on a recent archeological dig. They might have, that is, had the Mayans possessed the Cuisinart Chef's Classic series. (Emeril hadn't yet been invented.) So it was that I spent my Saturday morning hanging out in my client's kitchen, helping him help himself. Sure, I could have told him to scrub his own pots, but he has a Y chromosome, which me...
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