I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and I think, "Well, that's not going to happen."
Move yerself ya useless bint... ya call this gruel?
It's condensed, like my emotions.
As the concept of cooking in the living room dawned on her, Alice began to consider the enormous possibilities of the kitchen.
WOULD YOU LIKE CAKE WITH THAT FAIL?
Just eating My feelings away
I like my bacon like I like my men. How is that? 40% fat and Canadian
Wanna eat something? Why not Zoidberg?