One could describe Ric’s kitchen as “a hotbed of unfettered culinary experimentation” and not be wrong. One could also refer to it as “a gastronomic Island of Doctor Moreau, where innocent edibles are subjected to wrong-headed, inhuman experiments at the whims of a madman who doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Both descriptions are equally accurate.
Aren’t words fun?
Seriously though, I was lamenting the fact that I had no ideas for the next comic, spent one hour on the phone with Ric, and walked away with two solid ideas. This was only the first. My current plan is to use the second idea next week if nothing better comes up. Something might. I plan to talk to Ric again this coming weekend.