Okay, now I get it, you want comfort food. Hamburgers, fried chicken, a fresh pan of brownies every day.
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Fussy | Eden M. Kennedy
Okay, now I get it, you want comfort food. Hamburgers, fried chicken, a fresh pan of brownies every day.
What does Boba Fett have to do with cooking for crabby relatives? I ask because my five year old son uses “Boba Fett” as a sort of stand in kid friendly F-word. Extremely versatile. For example …
“Don’t Boba Fett me” = don’t bug me.
“I’m going to Boba Fett you” = I’m going to get you.
“You’re Boba Fett” = your a turkey
… etc., you get the idea.
Crap, I don’t get it. At all.
Sorry, that was just something Jackson said to me the other day and I thought it was funny. Total non sequitur.
I want me some Boba.
mmm I have a killer BBQ meatballs recipe of you need it
Okay, I’m repositioning the Boba Fett quote in the next post, thank you for your patience and cooperation.
dont we all! i’d love a fresh pan of brownies right now…
Awwww. I like the idea of using it as a curse word though. Boba Fett! I crapped my pants again.
i wanna hamburger…
Boy, I wish I could have a fresh pan of brownies right now.
We use Boba Fett in our house as a noun, verb and adj.
boba, we hardly knew ye.
anyways, when you’re done cooking those things for your family you can stop by my house.
Roasted ball sacks are also lovely with chilled gum disease.
Uh, okay.
Magic words:
“fresh pan of brownies every day.”
Ew!
Can you maybe throw in a little mac n cheese without mutiny? Burritos?
Just making those things would be gross to me just now- hope they’re agreeing with you.
I’m sorry…are you writing this from you mom’s house or from the gates of HEAVEN??? Sounds like my grandma’s house and she was the ‘Queen of the Gluttons!’
Where is this heavenly place?
*giggle*
yes please
Have you just been making random dishes before this while everyone just sits at the table and looks at you all disappointed? Because that’s when everyone gets Macaroni and Benadryl at my house.
“Mararoni and Benadryl”?
I love it: an extension of “Eat it and shut up, or don’t eat it and shut up” to “…and then go to sleep.”
Well really, who doesn’t?
God, I know what you mean. One time I went to visit my Mom in Arkansas & the redneck she was married to at the time. I made for them a lovely risotto with mushrooms & fresh Italian sausage and they were horrified, but at least she managed to choke down a little. I don’t think he even tasted it.
Popsicles, too????
Funny I just want my Mom to cook the comfort food on my youth but she won’t. Too much FoodTV.