Fractured Cliché: The food is not prepared to my likeness
Correct Cliché: The food is not prepared to my liking
Because I am severely domestically challenged, I rarely tell Stephen (the cook) that food is not prepared to my liking. It’s quite simple – he makes it (whatever it is) and I eat it. I’m always appreciative of whatever he makes because without Stephen’s wonderful culinary skills, I would be eating frozen dinners and microwave popcorn. If I was the primary cook, in the vernacular of my fractured clichés, my situation would be “let them eat dirt”.
Although he has never prepared food to my likeness, Stephen does prepare fun shaped food on occasion as shown below. With Stephen preparing the meals, my situation is “let them eat cake” (pancakes, that is).
May the farce be with you!