On page three of the book
Rachael Ray, who’s the cook,
Confessed all of her thoughts were Ms. Stewart’s
 
Ooh, it makes me hunger
Ooh, it makes me hunger

There’s a feeling I get
When my French toast is wet
And my spirit is single malt Islay
 
In my kitchen I’ve seen
Clouds of smoke on the ceiling
And the voices of children complaining
 
Ooh, and it makes me hunger
Ooh, and it makes me hunger

And it’s whispered by June
That she’s dining at noon
On whatever it is that’s in season
 
And a new day will dawn
With a pit in the lawn
Where we barbecue bocas and eggplants
 
If there’s a thistle in your salad
Don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring green from the Whole Foods
 
Yes there are quick stores you can buy from
But in the long run
It’s worth the extra time at Wegman’s

And it makes me hunger
Aw, uh, oh
 
Your snack is hummus but they won’t know
In case you can’t go
To Jeanie’s party in Hampden

Dear lady, can you sear the pork roast
And did you boast
You captured yeast in whispering wind
 
And as we grind our own just so
To keep E. coli cases low
There talks a lady we all know
Who has a cable TV show
Her Cuisinart is solid gold
And if you don’t skimp on the lard
And use real butter in the dough
Then roll it up into a ball
You’ll make the perfect dinner roll
 
And she’s buying a caraway … muffin
 
 
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