Your cupcakes make my soufflés rise.
Were you born on a farm? You look a-maize-ing.
Mmmm, girl you remind me of cheese. I want you on everything!
I’m going to start calling you blue cheese because you are dressing.
Do you want to get double stuft?
You must put a lot of spices in your food because you look smoking hot.
You must be one spicy dish because you’re making my heartburn.
Once you go pepper jack, you’ll never go back.
Do you have any sriracha sauce? Cause you fire me up.
I’ll be Burger King, and you be McDonald’s. I’ll have it my way, and you’ll be Lovin’ it.
You’re so hot that you could make creme brulée with your looks.
Honey, I love the way you move. It’s like butter on a hairless monkey.
You & Me. Sounds like a great idea, or maybe the name of the next hot restaurant. Are you in?
I know milk does a body good, but damn girl, how much have you been drinking.
God put as much work into you as an excellent piece of artisan cheese.
“If you were a burger at McDonald’s, you’d be named McStunning.”
If you were going to open a restaurant, what would you call it? Mine would be Devour.
Baby, I might not be a Doritos Locos Taco but, I sure will spice up your life.
“Will you let me be the avocado in your turkey sandwich?”
How about we go back to my place and make something to write about on my food blog?
Must be jelly because jam doesn’t shake like that!!!
“Are you into salads? Because I think I’m falling in lovage.”
Those short shorts look so good on you. I wish I had some butter for them biscuits.
You know, I cook best in the morning.
Your name must be Candy because you look so sweet.
Baby if you were a burger at McDonald’s you would be a McGorgeous.
You’re looking so sweet, you’ve got my eyes glazed over like doughnuts.
Do you make your kombucha because those probiotics are doing your body good?
If you were a vegetable, you’d be a CUTEC^mber.
Mmmm girl! You are so sweet. I m going to get diabetes.
“You remind me of milk ‘cuz you’re doing my body good.”
If I wrote a cookbook, you’d be the featured recipe.
“Pies aren’t the new cupcakes, baby. You are.”
Dinner is on me. I know the chef.
I ran out of my pickled summer garden vegetables. Can I have some of yours?
“I can last longer than cast iron.”
I studied at a culinary school in France and knew all the secrets to Joie de vivre.
Is it too soon to start sowing seeds?
“You’re my missing ingredient.”
Need a cooking partner because I am amazing in the kitchen.
Is that banana from Ecuador?
“You’re spicier than Sriracha.”
You’re so cute I could bottle you up in a mason jar.
I need a creative use for winter squash, can you help me?
Want to be extra naughty and buy non-organic strawberries to dip in chocolate?
“Let’s pretend you’re a farm and I’ll be the table.”
If you were a seed, I’d plant an entire community garden of you.
I froze some raspberries last summer. You’re hot enough to defrost them.
You’re as complete as quinoa.
Wait, those eggs aren’t dirty or are they.