Alright listen up, fellas—they roasted us like a bunch of cornish hens in the first half. But there’s a lot of game left, and we’re gonna take it to ‘em in the second. I want you to go out there and hit ‘em with all the cherry cordial and balsamic-fig compote you’ve got. Punch ‘em in the mouth with blackberry galette and roasted green pepper. And you know that warm earth, maple bacon, Tuscan leather formation we’ve been practicing? Let it rip. This is your moment. Take it by the horns.
