I'm sorry. I can't get enough of you. And then, today, your crispy mass topped with fresh mozz and avos?
What? I'm sorry, you are just too good. I've started sprouting everything in sight. Dr. Gooch is hiding upstairs now. He's afraid I'll find a mason jar big enough to soak him in overnight and that he'll be trapped in there in the sil's sunlight for three days. I'm sorry, you're that good.