The operative word in this recipe’s title is SKILLET. If you don’t have a 9‑inch cast-iron skillet that would also make a dandy murder weapon, go cook yourself some free-range tofu in your $2,000 waterless copper skillet (handmade by the very finest Amish Zen Masters of Nepal, of course).
I’m so sorry about the grilled cheese picture. Oh, wait—no I’m not.
Best tuna steak you’ll ever taste. Don’t feed it to your cat or I will find you and things could get ugly.
Does Venezuelan Beaver Cheese exist? How do you milk a beaver, anyway? Does Venezuela even have beavers?
You can call this Supernatural Elf Counselor Sauce if you want, but that’s too silly for me.
You know what’s better than hot homemade cornbread? NOTHING.
Not stolen from Texas Roadhouse! No lawsuit necessary!
I would warn you not to rub your butt with wasabi, but it’s a self-correcting problem.
Anybody can make Krapft Mac & “Cheese.” This stuff is so good it takes four REAL cheeses.