“The sun must have baked the man's brain.”
“It is a question of cubic capacity," said he; "a man with so large a brain must have something in it.”
“Top-heavy sunflowers droop, their leaves baked golden by the August sun.”
“For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.”
“Are you telling me your brain and your lady parts decided on a love fest bake-off winner?”
“The Second Law of Pies: they must be baked, not fried (or boiled, or steamed).”