It’s no secret that Jack doesn’t like to eat, well, food. And although I know little to nothing about Rachael Ray, I couldn’t very well NOT buy this cookbook, what with her guarantee and all.
Now the Fake-Baked Ziti was very good and Sam did inhale it. But Sam would also have inhaled spaghetti and I wouldn’t have had to grate three types of cheese and make a cream sauce for that.
I think it goes without saying that Ms. Ray should get an acerbic note from me letting her know that her cooking simply did not pass muster with Jack. And, you know, that’s cool and all ’cause he probably wouldn’t eat anything from any other cookbook either, but none of those other cookbooks betrayed me with a promise.
So, how should I word my completely irrational, irate, and never-to-be-sent letter to Ms. I’ll-Make-Bold-Claims-That-Will-Be-Completely-Disproved- the-First-Time-You-Use-My-Cookbook-Ray? I encourage the use of curse words.