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My name isn't really Scar Tissue. That's just the title of a Red Hot Chilli Peppers song I'm listening to at the moment. And I guess Red Hot Chilli Peppers are kinda food related? I was actually just goofing when I typed in the name of the person I madly love into a search engine and lo and behold this is where I ended up. I'd rather be holding her right now than talking to a bunch net chefs, or whatever you call yourselfs (no disrespect), but alas, I can't hold her. She doesn't even want to see me. Let alone touch me. Once upon a time she idolised me. And I couldn't take that, i wasn't use to it, I didn't like it. Then I drove her away by being mean to her and hurting her. But now that she's gone I miss her so much. I know it's my own fault, but it doesn't make it any easier. I love her with all my heart and all my soul. I miss her so much. And it's not a case of not being idolised. I miss her skin, her smile, her warmth, her laugh. You name it, I miss it. But even if I had all that back it still wouldnt be enough. What I really need is to spend eternity with her. And being a good litle Irish catholic boy like my Daddy raised me to be, that means marriage. So, if you happen to read this, I want you to know,. that infront of all these finger clicking good chefs, I am typing on bended knee... CELINE, WILL YOU MARRY ME? SOON? SOONER? I love you.
Anything cooked by Celine McGowan.