I’ve never been wrong. I used to cook in a restaurant. I plated everything before anyone. Fiddlehead ferns! Venison pie with rarebit! Apricot squash soup! Ramps! [The longer I play with this joke, the more I realize it ought to be the upmarket capstone to Weird Al’s song-food parody career.]
I’ve never been wrong.
I used to cook in a restaurant.
I plated everything before anyone.
Fiddlehead ferns! Venison pie with rarebit!
Apricot squash soup! Ramps!
[The longer I play with this joke, the more I realize it ought to be the upmarket capstone to Weird Al’s song-food parody career.]