. . . that's right. Mistah and I. Saturday night. Chicken Parm, baby.
First step, bread crumbs. Made out of the bread from our local favorite local place that we were forced to boyc . . . oh wait.
And then? This may sound astounding but neither Mistah nor I have ever done that dredge-dip-dredge thing . . .
And then? You know what to do . . .
You are you! Oversauce away. Overcheese it like you mean it.
Wait, never mind. Forget that. Do not pursue that; that's my idea.
. . . Dinnah!