I do enjoy sashimis, ceviches and tartares on occasion, but there’s a limit to what I’ll try. This is my limit, I think. When food flails on a plate, then I know I’ve gone way beyond the line of what I can stomach. (Or in this case, what I *can’t* stomach.) I don’t want my food to dance, I just want it to just lay there on a plate, like a college kid who’s passed out after a night of hard partying. Just lay there, and don’t move.
Here’s a link to the original article, via Huffington Post:
When I watched the video below I knew one thing was for sure: the very sweet-looking lady is definitely passionate about what she likes.
Quoted straight from the video:
“Three sizes, because I just can’t stand just one size.”
“I squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed.”
“If you DO get it on your hands, gloves are incredible.”
“Oops, a virgin edge!”
“I love to wiggle the whole thing.”
“Of course you can go straight.”
“Is this fun or what?”
“This was one night that I did not sleep. It is SO hard to stop.”
Arts and crafts are taken to a whole other level, people. Get your minds out of the gutter.