A kiss is a wonderful moment, but a fleeting one. A sauce is a legacy, you fools. I will not be passing down my family kiss recipes to my many children, they will be birthed and raised of sauce.
who doesn’t love a lil smooch??? a lil make out sesh?? a peck here and there??? how would we make boo-boos better in a world without kisses?!? besides, we can keep jams, spreads, dips, stocks, and stews. sauce is a semantic construct anyway.
i was having this conversation with one of my roommates the other night. i would genuinely rather die before giving up sauce. and if you’re someone who would choose kissing over sauce…how does it feel to be absolutely insane? how can one give up one of life’s greatest delights: moist flavor?
