As I described in the last Blog Story (BS), I can’t cook. Putting me in the kitchen is a “prescription for disaster”. As a tribute and serious reminder of my inability to cook, I present the following cooking related fractured clichés.
Fractured Cliché: Food is the way to a man’s stomach
Correct Cliché: The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
Fractured Cliché: Let them eat dirt (watch for an indirect reference to this cliché in next week’s About Face)
Correct Cliché: Let them eat cake
Fractured Cliché: He spilled his beans
Correct Cliché: He spilled the beans or he spilled his guts
Fractured Cliché: It’s hard making end meat
Correct Cliché: It’s hard making ends meet
May the farce be with you!