I'm a decent cook. Actually, I don't cook very many things, but those things that I do make, I make better than average. You see, I've discovered the secret to food that tastes good. It's called fat. My main ingredients are butter, cream, chicken fat, and whole milk. Although I'd much rather use cream than whole milk, as whole milk just isn't fatty enough.
Well, Liz has recently discovered that I have perfected my gravy and now desires it above all other things. All. Other. Things. The sounds that emanated from her yesterday made me a little jealous. I kept telling myself that at least I was the indirect cause of so much ecstasy. After 30 minutes of ooohing and aaahhing, I decided that it was little consolation. I might make her wait a month for the next batch.