Not really. I don’t give a shit about food except that it feed me and be as free as possible of chemicals, toxins, hormones and antibiotics. I’ve noticed that food is a fetish for a lot of people. And so I’m going to pander a little bit. Here’s a recipe or two to make you think of me even when you don’t want to. Seriously. Because I guess that’s what food does for some people: it makes them obsessive. This is for you.
A warning: none of these recipes will be gluten-free, even though that’s super trendy right now. I’m going to go with the gluten and let someone else capitalize on that fever.
Ah, the donut. As good as cake but holier.
First things first: the secret ingredient to Sloppy Joe’s is ketchup. Second, when you make chocolate chip cookies, add a little extra butter and a lot of extra vanilla and as much chocolate as the dough can bear. Finally, if you have to make pumpkin pie, for god’s sake, don’t use the shit from a can. Cook a pumpkin. That’s what pumpkin tastes like. Clear?
Oh Megan… Just give me Libby’s Libby’s Libby’s on the Label Label Label.
Have done the “from scratch” with pumpkin pie and just isn’t worth it or as good. But, not any whacko “organic” and “Picked under a half moon” or other such. Just plain Libby’s!
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Oh Uncle Eric, I will make you a pie then. You have taught me much, and now it seems there may be something I can offer you. Or, we could just eat the cookies I made in your honor this weekend. And then, you know, we could space out for a while.