I was talking about an office party with some coworkers several weeks ago. They mentioned my cheesecake, which I had made from scratch and brought to previous parties. One asked me if it was my cheesecake that ultimately lured Mrs. Mosley into my romantic clutches. I answered that she didn't know about my cheesecake-making abilities until after we were married. I said further, without a shred of modesty, that I was enough all by myself to enchant Mrs. Mosley and that the cheesecake was just gravy.
At that exact moment, I could hear Homer Simpson in the back of my head, in his classic style, drooling and moaning out the words, "Mmmmmm...cheesecake gravy".