I Do Know What My First Meal

I Don't Have To Write Jokes. I Don't Have To Write Insults. If You Ask The Man Of The Hour In The Hot Seat, My Mere Existence Is Clearly Insult Enough.

I Do Know What My First Meal In The Next World Would Be Spaghetti Aglio E Olio, Heavy On Everything.

I'm Completely Unqualified For Any Job I've Ever Had.

I Used To Say I Would Never Run Unless I Was Being Chased By Someone With A Gun. Now I'm A Little Obsessed With It!

I Don't Know That I Have A Favorite Meal. When I'm Cooking I'm Thinking About The Person I'm Feeding And I Want To Make Them Whatever They Want. My Husband's Favorite Meal Is Carbonara. I Guess My Favorite Food Is Anything My Mom Makes. Because Like Anybody Who Loves Their Mother's Cooking, If You Try And Make Your Mom's Recipes, They Never Taste Quite The Same. And I Don't Know If That's Because She's Lying About What She's Putting In There And Just Not Telling Me. Like When I Turn My Back, She's Sneaking Something In There. It Just Never Seems To Taste The Same.