Yes, about that. We need to talk.
I always appreciated your creativity and lack of restraints then it came to cooking. All those poisonings, chemical burns, so called “taste” explosions and one re-enacting of that “birth” scene from Prometheus were entertaining and made me stronger. I only smiled then I found out what exactly “cheese” is made of. I thought that food that tries to run away, hides or fights back, is an interesting concept.
But last night... it was too much.
My salad called me “beautiful”.
I am sorry, but there are lines that I refuse to cross. It is simply not polite to eat food that just complimented you!