This thing was the worst load of "food" I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my oven, that was not a euphamism. It was full of... goo.
I thought a ham cooked for about an hour and a half and became a yummy dish of meat with flavor baked straight into the meat down to the bone. Wrong. This was apparently a slimy, gell filled sack of gristle. That might explain why it was only $8. It'll have to do though. There isn't much else I can do with it except eat it.
Got a good new cake though... oh, man... this cake was SO good. It was painfully simple but so-o-o-o good. I'd go on, but it would just consist of me typing out how good it was in different fonts and colors.
Either way I'm just sitting here... with my partner in crime... Arizona Iced Tea. I feel this is needed to be said...
WHO ARE YOU?! Sorry, I don't know you and I'm torn as to whether I want to. There is a certain mystery and intrigue involved with your anoninimity. However there is also a certain feeling like that of a child on Christmas morning that nags away at me wondering who you are...
In conclusion... for the frist time in my life I don't want to eat the ham in my fridge.
If I can think of anything else to type... I'll save it for later.
~Kujo~
