Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Roast

I feel raw. I need to be cooked. I'm going to go sleep in the oven. I want to bake until my skin is a tasty and crispy crust and my insides are cooked to perfection, my flesh still rare and a little bloody, but yielding, firm, tasty and juicy.

I've stuffed myself with rocket, spinach leaves, bacon and grapes and I've smeared myself with rock salt, fresh pepper and four different types of oil and I'm going to roast myself until I'm a hearty and delicious meal.

There's plenty of food for everyone, so dig in!
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