You are cooking mommy dinner and it is taking way too long. I tap my long, red nails on the table while complaining about how hungry I am. You know what happens when mommy is hungry, don't you? I salt and pepper you, put you in a pot and stick you on the oven. Once cooked, I begin to eat you. I lick you, pick at you with my long nails, and start taking bites. Once eaten, it cuts to me licking my fingers clean and rubbing my tummy. You were the perfect appetizer! Isn't that right, son?