|Rib roast from Rolf's.|
|Mother flippin' PILSENER LAGER BEER!!! (in bottles no less)|
|I baked brioche. Not for eating, for bread pudding.|
|Turned all of these mushrooms into...|
|a poop! (duxelles)|
|I trimma' da' PSMO.|
|Thought it would look prettier than it came out...|
|Meat was to my liking though.|
|I call bullshit McDonalds!!! What the shite is this? Foldy eggy crap?|
On Xmas Eve Morning McMuffin?
For shame, for shame!!!
|Buche de Noel from Crisan. I stuffed myself with decorations.|
|This is the actual log cake. Very rich, a quarter inch will do ya'.|
Your moment of zen, some brioche a'kneadin' in my new friend Lur-lenore. (note the clicking, I forgot to snap the bowl in. Takes a while to get used to new friends.)