I drink some milk for breakfast, some nesquick for dessert.
Somebody flip the pancakes, I just brought the sizzurp.
These flapjacks here could drive a sane man berserk.
Not to worry; my Aunt Jemima’s back to wizurck.
How do you feed my mom and give her life support?
Tell her that her son is cookin’ for sport!
And just imagine how my stomach feels:
At the table scared as hell the potatoes aren’t properly peeled.
If my sous chef salts them again, I’m a be assaulting him,
After he left the damn lamb uncut, I had to reduce the heat on the duck,
Send him back, take his chef hat,
Look at his braised pork, who going eat that?
Yea he’s slow, don’t know how to sauce,
So if they return this dish, wasn’t my fault.— Glazeshift submitted by Mike J to the tune of Spaceship
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh, Mr. We-Cookin-Up-Some-Zest
I mean, damn, did you see that chicken breast?
You got meat, grillin master, meat - let the sauce set
And yes, there’s a mass of any and every bass
Lickin’ it up so fast, you’re makin a huge mess, I guess, this is your diet vacation
Homie, this food is dangerous, welcome to an obese nation
Food Mornin’ (fooooooooooooood) Food Mornin’— Food Morning submitted by lnymurphy
Got a Fish Filet
Nothing’s as delicious as cookie trays
From the shop, got me some fresh bread today
Eat, Pray, Love like Julia Roberts say
Before you ask me for corn on the cob today,
Can I at least get some chicken with basil and sage— submitted by dillydallyshillyshally