You, sir, are a disgusting, disgusting person. I am shocked and appalled. You completely forgot that “raspberry hotcakes” are easily equated to breasts. Honestly, of all the golden comedic opportunities …
What a missed opportunity. They could sell bags of Christcorn with passion butter, with a big gulp cup of Crusifix Coke. The cups and bags could even show delightful appetite-killing torture scenes from the movie.
Passion butter, the same thing as what I’d call Granadilla honey probably…yummy.
I didn’t realise for years that what my Zimbabwean-born mother called “granadilla” was the same thing as what everyone else called “passion fruit”.
The butter is a similar texture to Lemon curd, but with the passionfruit seeds left in. It’s very sweet and tastes of passionfruit. If I’d seen it on a menu I’d have got it.