Heya! Long time no see! I’ve recently opened a restaurant, right here on Main Street. But wouldn’t ‘cha know it! It's opening day and I’ve already got a Pirate infestation! Unless someone gets rid of them, I can't renew my health permit!

[Passive-Aggressive/Irritated] No permit for me? Fine. Just because I scrimped and saved for years in order to pay for culinary school after being rejected from every cooking college, fast food restaurant, and greasy spoon this side of Sequin Land, why not withhold it?

Oh thank goodness! I’m back in business, baby! Here. I want you to have this. While studying the culinary arts abroad, I came up with my own spin on Salted Caramel. I call it "Caramel le Poopah", in honor of my dog Wobble Bell.