You don’t want to know how much butter is in brioche.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
It’s just flour and water and onions and magic.
Why wouldn’t you freeze a muffin forever?
You can’t keep a 200 year-old bottle of balsamic in your dorm, kids.
Out of nowhere, Tiffany screamed, “DON’T EAT THAT!”