Go on, Marge, take that meatloaf and shove it down his ungrateful little throat.
Always put on extra frosting so no one will taste the Hashish.
Now, it's very important that you get the filets onto the stove while the bastard's still screaming. It's not effective revenge if he can't hear himself sizzling.
Note to self: Advise son to check out her cooking before marriage
just add one cup of squee...
No wait, you read the recipe wrong. It said "honey"