O beef stroganoff, you beautiful and magnificent bastard— beef, butter, mushrooms, cream and noodles dressed for seduction. You don’t ask if I’m hungry. You know. I promise myself one plate. You laugh. Perhaps love is simple: a warm bowl, a little pepper, a spoonful of sour cream, and someone asking, “Are you going to finish that?” Yes. Yes, the Hell I am. Nice job, Bart’s 👏

- Drew R. Verified