"When we were strangers, I watched you from afar.."

"..when we were lovers, I loved you with all my heart."

Recently I spent an evening making one of my specialties, chicken parmesean. Oh mama, do I know what I'm doin' there. And whether I'm cookin' away in the kitchen, or firin' stuff up on the ol' grill, I like to throw some tunes on in the background. So, while I was preparing the bird and boiling water for the pasta, I had some sweet sweet Neil Young going on. Please, do yourself a favor, follow my lead and do the same. Sweet Jesus "Down by the River" is just so damn awesome!!

Also, when your Kool-Aid is roasting garlic for the bread, for the love of God, please tell her to try to take it easy and not use the garlic like it's a butter spread. I'm still killing small animals and various plantlife when I breathe out my mouth.

Fake Cheese = Real Delicious

As you gander above one may notice a rather large shot of a Velveeta Shells and Cheese package prominently displayed on this very Toastedblog post. Reasons for this are three fold:

A. Velveeta Shells and Cheese are fucking delicious
2. I made them last night
and C. The combination of the above, a few hot dogs thrown on the grill, and a root beer proves to be an absolutely exquisite meal.

"C." isn't just for those alone times either. You can do this shit up for any and all occasions. Dinner party of multiple couples?? You may notice that it also comes conveniently in deluxe 12 packs. Romantic evening alone with yo' Kool-Aid?? Just be sure you make some broccoli to go with it and you'll be hittin' the skins in no time at all, quite possibly in response to your wherewithal to whip up a few servings of the creamiest and the dreamiest, Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Hell, if Kool-Aid were to allow it, this stuff shall and will be served at our wedding.

I haven't even touched on the best part of this shit yet. When you're finished puttin' down all dem shells, said eater gets to mop up all of the leftover cheese sauce with whatever you've served it with, case in point, a damn fine Hofmann hot dog. . Oh..Mama is right!