some prucan with a side of fruk for iraya’s birthday!!
sorry for the wait miss iraya ;w;
my shipping pattern seems to have continued.
tiny older british men in jumpers, and the cheekbones who love them.
The English have no appreciation for high cuisine. Instead of savoring every nuance of flavor, they shovel food into their mouths as though it is a chore that should be gotten over with as quickly as possible.
(Of course, with the quality of their cooking I cannot blame them for wanting to get the experience over with as fast as they can.)
reason #64 that i’m the arthur of my apartment: i never have any clue what my roommates are talking about when they watch Food Network and fawn over veggies and spices and stuff. case in point, just today they had to explain to me what a fennel is. :|
also, FrUK get on my dash <3
