Are we cookin?
Are we cookin?
Yep, this is the next to last week for the road trip so eat your fill.
OFG, I know you can make biscuits. Want me to make some sausage gravy?
I'm a good omlet flipper too.
I have some fresh blackberries. I can make a cobbler.
Nice effort there, squealer.
I'll peel the potatoes.
It got me out of work.
*bans self from thread until we're out of cooking*
You don't want me to touch any kind of food.
Erin <--girl who has ruined a few books.
"I never knew a girl who was ruined by a book"--James Walker
If the Holocaust was horrible, then my day at work is FANTASTIC.
I still love you, Freddie: September 5, 1946 - November 24, 1991. "Too much love will kill you in the end." ~ Queen
For five bucks I'll teach them some new techniques.
First this thread taints the kiddie section... now it is stinking up the kitchen. (Is there any place that is safe from this decaying thread?) *phew!* Someone open a window!
*whips up some Eggs Benedict*
Shouldn't Eggs Benedict be hanged?
"Anyone who can't stomach a bit of hypothetical grotesquery needs to toughen up, because the way the world's going, we'll all spend our final days scrabbling through a pile of steaming rubble, desperately scavenging for bits of charred baby to eat with our bare hands. And under those circumstances, a dark sense of humour will be a massive advantage."
It's impolite to stand beside cray and call him a grapefruit, OFG. Calling him any type of vegetable or fruit behind his back is acceptable though.