Words of the Constant
The eyebone was sacrificed in my travels.
The unusual flower is but ash now.
It is no more.
Sparrow grass!
Ah, a special dish.
Roasted asparagus. What a treat!
I should snatch those up.
This will grow some nice fresh vegetables.
A trusty companion in these environs.
You will fatten up nicely.
Worry not, mon chou, I've no interest in veal today.
It has my back.
Runny eggs... crisp bacon... I could die happy now...
This will tenderize jewels out of statues.
Chipper fellows.
They're quite social creatures, no?
Bamboo shoots are excellent on a nice bed of rice.
A terrible waste.
More will sprout in time.
Some chefs steam rice in bamboo stocks.
Perhaps not my most complicated dish, but no less tasty.
First aid.
A mysterious hat.
Like a map to the cherries in a fruit salad.
I've found it!
Made of strong stuff!
Good ventilation in the kitchen is an must.
If I only had a bat...
A gruesome implement.
Ah, I can see through the eyes of a bat.
Hmmm, maybe a soup stock of batwings?
Needs garlic...
Is it from a bat or a pig?
Disgusting.
Oh, I don't like you one bit!
Furry refuge from the elements.
Feels warm.
Cozy.
A little better than bare ground. Scratchy.
Where there are bees, there is honey!
Hi, honey.
Disastrously caramelized.
Honey jackpot!
Home of the honeymakers!
No more honey...
There is a little honey.
This one's quite calm.
That's it, my friend. I lead, you follow.
Here's the beef.
Chin up, it'll grow back.