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 get one.
Does Venezuelan Beaver Cheese exist? How do you milk a beaver, anyway? Does Venezuela even have beavers?
Take my advice and make way too much of this breakfast! It’s one of those dishes that tastes even better warmed up in the microwave over the next few days.
You can call this Supernatural Elf Counselor Sauce if you want, but that’s too silly for me.
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.
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.