Rachella Baker

“Taste this." Rick held out a wooden spoon smothered in sauce, cradling the underside with his free hand.

"That's heaven." Laney licked the spoon clean. "When I die, bury me in a vat of that." She kissed Rick on the lips and heaved the groceries onto the counter.

"I feel like I'll be too sad to cook that much, what with you dead and all." He turned back to the pot, stirring the sauce as gently as he'd handle a newborn baby. "Though if we have a little advance warning, I could stockpile it in the freezer."

"Absolutely. I'll do what I can to die a slow death." Laney smirked. "All in the name of the sauce, of course.”
― Emily Liebert, You Knew Me When

“Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon

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“I imagined Martha Stewart trying to take over Pops kitchen. That would be better than Godzilla vs. Mothra”
― Piper Kerman, Orange Is the New Black