A recipe for me

The other day I was complaining to Chris about how fat I was getting (I know, I know, gross girly attitude) and his mother joked that he was trying to fatten me up so the family could eat me.

Ha, ha people.

Fine. If you're going to eat me, you should at least prepare me properly. I'd suggest broiling me with ginger and soy sauce. Or perhaps frying me and serving me with rice. Something simple like that. I really wouldn't appreciate being smeared in butter or breaded. I think finishing me off with a light dessert like angel cake or sherbert would work best. No chocolate ice cream please. And keep my bones; you could use them to make soup the next day.