Stalker was lazily not flicking between channels, one night during an advert break in one of those fiendishly and addictively engrossing CSI progs.
Stalker thought it was a fresh mushroom plug, as the camera lighted longingly on the fresh produce to be used for cooking.
The end dish was a beef stroganoff. The mushrooms looked fab, the dish looked even fabbier.
Even after the cooking advert was over, Stalker wasn’t sure what was being advertised. It was smooth, creamy Philadelphia cheese.
Who cares where the plugs for the fresh produce come from.
The visuals flew straight to the frontal lobe of the neocortex governing appetite and satiety, and Stalker was promptly salivating for a beefy mushroom stew!
