The Barefoot Contessa Is Eating My Soul...
Before I start, I want to qualify that the love I have for my wife is infinite. Moving on... I love Giada De Laurentiis. I want to put my Meatloaf in her oven. I want to eat her Quiche. I want stuff her Cornish hen. I want to fill her Cannoli. I want to Braze her Short Ribs. I want to glaze her Donut. I want to baste her Brisket. I want to tenderize her Rump Roast. I want to eat her muffin top. I want her to strain my my Linguine. I want to sip her Citrus Cream Smoothie. I want to grease her pan. I want her to roll my Meatballs. I want to Filet her Fish. I want to warm her scones. I want to spread her Pine Nut Pesto. I want to butter her Broccoli Rabe. I want to frisk her Pollo Frito. I want to cook her Goose. I want to Jubilee her Cherry. I want to slather her Scallopine. I want to sautee her spinach. I want to Pork her Chops. I want her to squeeze my lemons. I want to fry her calamari. I want to stir her Stracciatella. And then their is this person... I have no ill will towards her. ...