Cold sweats and shivers,
And hot fever switches,
Cramps knot my tummy
And aches claim my legs,
These are a few of my poisoning cues!
Over the last two days, I’ve come to certain realizations, not the least of which being that:
Chicken can not be trusted!!
Other realizations include: the value of two ply TP, cornflower has real power, a glass of water can be be vengeful, and…
Seriously. After last night’s fever-fueled dreams of Andalusian bake-offs, I may have to take a TV sabbatical. Very few things are as disturbing as trying to deconstruct gourmet pastries, while running a cooking gauntlet of consecutive workstations, set up along a rocky outcrop, all the while stopping to do the “inverted fountain” on the toilet. Speaking of which… I gotta run!
(Send help!)
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