quiero

this weather makes me want so many things to shove in my mouth (including cock - ba dum bum).

i want to make chili. i want to make that meat dip again (ugh). i want to make some fuckin STEAK SOMETHING OR OTHER. i want to make a taco dinner. i want to know how to make an excellent philly cheesesteak without having to go down to penn station to buy one. i want to make that potato soup that i made last year. i want to make quiches. i want to make a breakfast casserole. i want to DO THINGS in the kitchen. first order of business? seeing if i have what it takes. not to be america's next top model (although, in comparison to this year's cycle, i kind of do - minus me being geriatric, chubbs and TOTALLY ADULT), but to make this shit that your boy curtis made that i had the (mis)fortune of watching with terry.

(i tried to link that shit and it didn't work! fuck a mole) it's cajun crusted chicken w/ creole mashed potatoes. can't fuck up with andouille - that's the hope.)

i don't mind stealin bread from the mouths of decadence.