This is the first episode. Please give me a job or an art school.

Brined, smoked, sous-vide, roasted. Belly tied to shoulder.
Very close to super ultimate.

How I want everything to be.

I done ate this.

This year will be my Jay-Z year.

No one man should have all that flour.

Young Mr. Goodbaum. The air is thick with ideology.

When your catering is truly stylish, with TRUE style, then you don’t have to have any food pictured to entice passersby. Word of mouth from stylish people is what drives a business like this.

Moments after this photograph a puzzled shirtless man came into view. There was another man who was fully clothed. I didn’t stick around to ask questions.

A best video of bests can’t always best the worst bestworst.

Typo on the last intertitle- I apologize, but I can’t be bothered to re-render.

A person eating by themselves at Mother’s Dumplings is expected to eat at least this much. I regret not going a bit further.

I wanna clone a dinosaur and then eat it. Probably something with a nice meaty tail.

Just about the best afternoon.

Basic dynamics aren’t even established yet.

I woke up this morning sucking a lemon meringue pie lollipop.

A personalized kitchen utensil makes for more awesome cooking. Pizza is undoubtedly the ruler of all foods, and beloved by the people, and thus the wooden pizza peel is an ideal surface to commemorate the best off all television programmes.

A little video pick me up, a virtual dose of vitamin D.