I’d be interested in tasting this …
I am the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Chai.
Gee, we’re running out of foods. I guess I’ll be the [non-terrorist] Jihadist of Junk Food.
Actually, my husband calls himself the Mount of Olive
Not hardly, says I, the Original Gangsta of Okra, the Vizier of Venison, the Panjandrum of Polenta.
Ruler of ribs here.
Plenty of beverages left. I’m the Big Kahuna of Kahlua.
I am the Raja of Rice, the Burgher of Burgers, the Constable of Cornmeal (none of that effete polenta junk), the Warlord of Whipped Cream, and the Landsknect of Linguica and Lentils.
Pleased to meet you, Dr. Woo [Are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew?], for I am the Bacon Slut (Oink!), and I have the ID to prove it (12th pic down on page, courtesy of Amazon Floozy Goddess and Hal Briston)!
[What I lose in alliteration, I gain in anagrammy goodness.]
Hello. I’m Pope Pop Tart XII.
Can I be the Salami Sultan?
Marc
Panjandrum of Pepper checking in…
that nobody beat me to this:
Baron of Beer, here! Cheers!
Well I must be the Samurai of Salmon then
Chairman of Cheesecake.
The ladies love me.
Cardinal of the Creme Brulee!
Patriarch of Pastrami!
I am the Baron of Boboli.
My sister is the Viceroy of Vegemite.
Duchess of Doughnuts, Czarina of Cookies and Heiress of Hostess, at your service.
Friar of Fried Chicken; Cleric of KitKats.