I WEAR A HEADDRESS OF SILVERWARE, WOODEN SPOONS & SPATULAS
WICKED IN THE KITCHEN AND GEORGE BUSH IS COUSINS WITH DRACULA
SORRY… BACK TO THE ORIGINAL STORY…
FLIP CAST IRON PANS WITH A STEEL HAND
CRACK MY STOVE IN HALF AND APPLE PIES FLAP OUT
V-FORMATION AND PERCH IN ORCHARD CLOUDS
INSIDE THE BORDERS OF KING HENRY’S QUARTERS
SWORDFIGHTS, INBETWEEN KNIGHTS
I BORROW THE BLADE, I SHAVE CARROTS
I’LL STAGE A WAR… SORRY…
I’LL MAKE A HONEY GLAZE FOR THE PAN-SEARED TUNA
CRACKED PEPPERCORN, MANDATORY.

(No,really,i’magoodcook.contactme,perhapsinmytravelswecouldformadinnerpartywith
aperformanceincluded.myfeesarereasonable.)