/ck/ - Food & Cooking

speaking of chef john, he used his own name in a "you are after all the ____ of your ____" in his asparagus ham quiche bites recipe

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

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Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tongue having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconscious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk

An vast silhouette emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came over Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adam's words left his lips before John's mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

>>17734945
>>17735563
Found it:
>>17304230
Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

>>17611129
why I oil my fist, and not his butthole by chef john

>>17302004
let me guess, adam fagusea video?

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

>>17278842
I’m a chef John chad Thankyou. Any actual advice ck or just fast food threads as usual?

Reminder

>>17241605
Adam "Chef John turns my wife on" Ragusea

>>17220798
i realized something when i glanced at one of his videos recently. hes pretty much the food blogger mom with 3 subs that gives an indepth family history before saying "add 3 turns of pepper to the dish," but somehow got "big"

>>17162852
based

Good food requires the eater to be a good taster. A lot of you think your own taste is objective and rate things accordingly. I am fully aware of my own preferences, but would never say something is bad if it doesn't fit them. Also, many of your parents failed you or are shit eaters themselves and you may die without exploring the culinary world. I would truly pity you all, but many of you are arrogant and adamant about what you supposedly like and don't like, so I stopped caring. It's why chef john is based and adam is cringe. John just fucking cooks and enjoys it while adam pretends to be a know-it-all and will now never do anything that doesn't fit his own internal logic. Too many of you dream about being right rather than being an actual good cook.

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

>>16995387
id watch a 10 hour video where chef john just stares at the camera and recites every one of his videos word for word without blinking

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.

How to rape a soy boy

>>16813215
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFRQwusnloA
can't out-season the Chef John

Adam awoke, naked and chained to a wall, with a coughing fit, the hairs on his tounge having gotten caught in his windpipe while unconcious. He wheezed and felt the gag reflex kick in before finally exhaling the errant curly hairs. He looked upon them in his hand and realized these looked too feral, too masculine to be anywhere near his own. He took small comfort in knowing this meant he likely hadn't sucked himself off last night. Trying to recollect the events leading up to this, he noticed he was in a dark basement, walls lined with spice racks and filled to the brim with jars of Cayenne. Adam had little time to take in his surroundings as he became aware of a sharp burning sensation in his asshole. His confusion giving way to panic, he screamed for help into the darkness, his echoing plea reverberating into the void.

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the stillness was faintly broken by approaching footsteps accompanied by the sound of a piano:

https://youtu.be/UI6YgHidevk [Embed] [Embed]

An vast silhoutte emerged from the dark, and with a booming voice exclaimed:

"This is Chef John, from fooooood wishes dot com wiiiith... How to prep your soyboy!"

A shiver came Raguesa as he suddenly remembered exactly what transpired last night.

"J-john, please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll cancel my Youtube account and buy some more Cayenne, just let m-"

No sooner had Adams words left his lips before John mighty hairy hands covered his mouth and forced his face to the ground, his muffled cries ignored by the titan, who was Jovially explaining every step of the process to the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Chef John reach for one of the jars of Cayenne while forcing Adams buttcheeks apart. At that moment, he realized the origin of the burning sensation he had felt earlier.