Alright you stuffing champions. My greatest weakness in cooking is my turkey dressing. I've tried for years to make that wonderful stuff that my mother, my grandparents, and my dad made so well, seemingly without effort. You're making me jealous.
So pack some in dry ice and mail it to me
I wan't to create my own incredible stuffing from scratch!
I can make award-winning pies, incredible cakes and pastries, meats, fowl, breads, you name it, I can make it. But do you think I can get stuffing down? Woe is me. Woe is me. (heavy sigh)
But then again, whether it is calculous, or a problem on our phone system that has the experts stymied, or making that perfect roast for my freinds and relatives, I've yet to find a problem that can beat me. It's only a matter of time. I will beat this problem. Do you hear me! I WILL MAKE PERFECT STUFFING YET, AND WITHOUT HELP.
No I'm not really crazy. Really I'm not. Hey! What's that ambulance doing out there? Who are those guys in the white coats? Wait. What's that song I hear? Help! There putting me in a straight jacket. Help! Hellllllllp! (And, they're comming to take me away, ha ha. They're comming to take me away ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha, to the funny farm, where everythings beautifull all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in there clean white coats, and there comming to take me away ha, ha...
Seeeeya; Goodweed of the North