Ode To A Soft Scramble
*Gently heats pan* You are...my fire.*Swirls a generous dab of butter* My one...desire.*Tenderly folds bright yellow whisked eggs* Believe, when I say.*Lays just set scramble on toast, a shower of chives rain down in slo-mo* I want it that way. (Thanks Soft Scramble, for being the kind of food I'd want to sing 90's boy band songs to, loudly.)
Of Note: Fergus Henderson, on the Virtues of Curly Parsley
"Curly parsley?" I hear you ask, "Really?" "Oh yes," is my reply, a slight fever in my eyes, "Absolutely 100 + fire-emoji affirmative, and here, dear friend, is why..."
Mo' puns. Mo 'funs.
Ever more food punnage. It just gets sillier...