Well, this set of puns was going downhill anyway.
Didn’t you and your cousin run away with a couple of dishes?
(:D)
Well that’s a knife in the back.
To the fork, sure it was. But we didn’t worry too much about him; we just didn’t have the tine.
This utensil talk is getting more than just a ladle silly.
Well that’s pot calling the kettle black.
I dunno … I thought the knife remark was pretty sharp.
The knife remark was cleaver.
Yes, I’m glad he took a stab at it.
The whole kitchen kanoodle of cooking puns are oven panned.
Let’s dish!
I might join you in the kitchen if I am free. Let me check my colander.
Whaddaya think, boys and grills?
Don’t be chicken. Be braise. Step up to the plate.
I don’t oven say this but your comment seems half baked.
Okay, now I’m boiling mad; I mean really steamed, ready to be peeled off the ceiling. I wouldn’t be surprised if I stove in someone’s head. And don’t tell me to simmer down!
Done?
Not well, but not rare either.
Now just doing a slow burn, but for awhile there it was sear-ious.
When you were in Bamako, Chefguy, did you like your eggs Mali-coddled?