Words of the Constant
Starch never tasted so sweet.
People often confuse yams and sweet potatoes. They're very different!
No need to come any closer, sir.
Bland.
Bland.
Vanilla.
Luscious.
It's dressed for dinner!
Palatable.
Ambrosial.
Mouth-watering.
As sweet as cherry pie!
Tasteless.
Flavorless.
It's dressed for dinner!
A deluxe, but dangerous ingredient!
I hope it never dislodges from my teeth!
Leggy.
I wonder what its incubation period is?
Could use sliced fried tomatoes and beans...
Oh, you poor egg, you are so cold!
There is activity!
I hope you don't hardboil.
This is going to take some dedication.
A hatching is in the offing!
No vacancy here.
Empty nest syndrome is setting in.
Adds a truly unique flavor to licorice.
What a rustic delight!
I hope there are no feathers around!
It looks a bit peckish.
I suppose I should turn it on.
It's extracting tar quite vigorously!
I think there's tar down there.
The slowed pace gives you time to enjoy the scenery.
Tea! Oh how I missed you!
I could to so many things with tea tree leaves.
More useful as medicine than in my recipe.
Not the finest of fine foods.
Keep growing. You'll get there.
You are sort of tall, I guess...
Teenagers, always hungry!
Are you trying to eat me out of base and home?
It requires more purple gems.
It is operational.
I hope it doesn't cook me when I use it.
Where shall we go, thing?
It leads somewhere. And that is what I am afraid of.
It denies my access.
It requires something additional.