“Why this car is automatic. It’s systematic. It’s hydromatic. Why it’s grease lightning!”
“Shoot me the pot and pour me a shot”
“Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up. Lunge for your knife, don’t forget your potholders”
“Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction.”
It has taken me almost a year to compile this cookbook. It’s a look back on my first foray into food. I was clueless and…
“Over the mountain tops we go…EE-AY-EE-AY – adios!”
“Heaven sent and hell-bent!”