Food Fun.

Food Fun. The Cook she fancied Chef. She truly loved his meatballs and as for his spotted dick. Sublime. Chef he fancied Cook. He really loved her chicken breasts and wished one day to cover them in a thick cream sauce. Cook loved his chocolate eclair and loved the taste of the cream in her mouth. Chef loved her pastry to, and when she slapped her dough on the table. Well, he knew she kneaded it. It always took a good pounding. Nothing like a bun in the oven. The smell of the finnon haddock gently poaching in its milk was enough to make an old Tom howl with delight. At last the eggs were poached. Chef waited till his sausage was properly stewed before removing it. Finger licking good. Those melons would be ripe soon and the pudding had reached boiling point and would be left to simmer. It was nearing the end of another busy day in the mixing bowl of life that was the kitchen. Only one question remained. Who would get custody of the custard?