Yummofield

Someone once asked me "Boy, I say boy, why are you so bitter about everything?"  Well, I told that giant talking chicken the same thing I'm about to tell you.  In other news, I've been listening to lots of Rachel Ray's new album called "Rachel Yummo and the EVOO's - Anyone can be a chef" because if Rachel Yummo proves anything, beside that people will eat anything they see on TV, she proves that anyone can become a chef.  I see that as a bad thing.  Not everybody should be chef, just like not everybody should be a doctor or a geologist or a security guard or a tv personality judge.  Not everybody should try to do everything.  You don't see me going out and getting my mall kiosk license do you?  That's because I'm not capable of standing in the middle of mall with a kiosk full of refuse that I'm trying to sell to old people and homeless people.  But I digress.  I was talking about Rachel Rummo's new album.  It is so awesome.  The first track is called Yummo, well, they're all called Yummo actually, but I digress again.  Listening to the first Yummo track is like watching Rachel Ray for the first time all over again.  That feeling you got when you saw her mix duck feathers with yakisoba and banana peels and stuff it into a frozen pita.  YUMMO CAN YOU GET ANYMORE YUMMO THAN THAT???  But I digress.  Why so serious.  The track called Yummo is so yummo.  It's not that I want Rachel EVOO to get devoured by those things that pop out of the cloverfield monster's ears or anything, that'd be convenient sure, but I just don't think she's that great of a food makercooker.  Why so serious.