After this, I need to check out this Arthur Avenue.
It is called stuffing because it is stuffed into the anus of a dead bird.
I wish I had a rodent who could make a ratatouille.
Hopefully, the bakers got their just desserts.
Summer is coming! I still eat these every summer in New Jersey when I go “down the shore” (Philly speak for “to the beach”).
Yeah. It’s time to pumpkin everything.