If only I had Paula Deen's address, we could all send her our fatty love.
Yet with a smack of ham to it!
That pit is for melting the butter and nothing else.
Starchy, sexy, and of course smothered in butter.
Your Halloween costume is invalid.
I've got your spreadable right here.
You don't want to get all dried out now, do ya?
That thing better be stuffed to the gills with butter or I want my money back.
Rafiki Deen properly reveres the power of butter.
Beat that lumpy batter, Paula, beat it good! Just please don't put me in your udder ubbin!
Y'all, I ain't convinced that this isn't an actual Paula Deen recipe.
What, no fryer?
I'm so glad god gave us cows.
Grease up them arteries with the most cheerful angel of death.
Faster, Nyan Cat! To the butter store!