[I only wish that they would go somewhere.]
[See? You go to one little commercial]
[You got sunrises and sunsets, and found myself missing Scylla. That's that kitchen life. You know. Yeah.]
[Oh, okay. All right, so we're gonna start with cilantro. That's the way the stomach rumbles. That's the way the bee bumbles. That's the way the needle pricks. That's the way the glue sticks.]
[You talk about melt-in-your-mouth barbecue. With eyes like he’s been to the edge and looked over. By putting it in the immersion circulator, you are basting it in its own fat]
[We've served some tacos in Nebraska. You get the point, right? So, it'd just be fitting I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative. Call your mamas and papas, 'cause this is Sisters and Brothers.]
[I loved how you have the duality of texture in here, you have these little crispy bits of the sausage]
[I only wish that they would go somewhere.]
[The future belongs to the curious.]
[So we have chopped papaya from the island, red onion, our fresh pineapple, some cilantro, green onions, lime juice, salt, a little bit of cayenne pepper.]
[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]
[BLAIS: That's how you know a recipe is authentic, when it's just like a handful of this, something of that. A tub and a lotta. Oyster sauce to make it nice and salty, there. Mushroom soy, mirin, your soy sauce.]
[It seemed better to delay thinking.]
[We should shine a light on, a light on. And the Book of Right-On's right-on, it was right-on.]
[Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains. Resolving itself into works. Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde. Sickow.]
[Horses all shivered, and their teeth chattered like castanets.]