Words of the Constant
Future ingredients, just waiting to be grown!
Maman loved... loves picnics.
Willow left this burner unattended.
Should have taken it out of the oven sooner.
It could use a little something.
Now we can all shine a little brighter.
I miss table settings.
It's looking pretty dim.
I hope Maman Angeline is eating well without me.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A soldier of the exotic forest.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A coneless arbre.
"Eye" like it!
I must remember to avoid cutting onions while wearing this.
That eye has a hungry look to it...
I'm sure there are tastier things to eat than me!
Don't make me scramble you!
Is that a mouth?
This is my friend, Lazer Oeil!
Wake up!
Stayed in the oven a tad too long.
I can grow my own ingredients!
Ah, couldn't be more fresh!
Needs to be fertilized.
I'd better get planting if I want some fresh ingredients.
It's too soon to start cooking!
Ready for cooking!
Mon dieu, it's enormous!
It seems my garden is full of weeds!
My garden.
The garden is coming along nicely.
How very sad.
Non! What a terrible waste!
All good things come with time.
What a handy machine!
Now, where to start the garden...
There's a bit of unwanted garnish in my garden.
Why is it so big?
What am I supposed to do with this?
Lighter than my meringue.
A bird's feather, in lemon yellow.
A bird's feather, in truffle black.
A bird's feather, in cherry red.
A bird's feather, in tuna blue.
She's trapped!