COOKED: Applesauce Or The Creepy Girl Is Back, And Why Is She Waving Like That?

Food! Fooood! Dear Diary, I'm back. Can you tell? Vim and vigor in place, dirty dishes in the sink. Fun on the bun. I don't even drink coffee and I've got the jumps. The good food jumps. So, here I am to tell you about my applesauce. No need to explain how I made it (that'd waste the precious time you and I have, I swear), just trust me when I tell you it makes bad apples better. Good, even! Plus, when it's cooking in your little one-roomed abode, it makes the place down right cozy. Cozy enough to forget about that smelly poop that somehow got placed in front of your neighbor's door down the hall. The fetid gift itself isn't really the problem, it just sits there, but smells aren't picky. They go wherever the hell they want! Oh no. I've done it again. I've made a nice entry weird... But don't lie... you missed me, didn't you! Fweet!Chow, Lucia