That is THE LAST TIME I let the cooks in the kitchen talk me into substituting truffle oil for olive oil on my caprese salad.
Holy Jesus!! Blechhhhhhh!
That was like licking the freaking handle of a gasoline pump.
Eff to the No.
I think it’s going to take all of the listerine and baby tears in the universe to rid my mouth of this unpleasant numbing engine-grease-taste.
This drawing is cuter than the ones Melissa leaves lying around. But don’t tell her I said that