The Necronomicomnomnom, A Grimoire.
Do not be mistaken. This is not a recipe book. I am not a food-writer. I am not even a domestic goddess. Although I do lay claim to a handful of minions and I am possessed of one slightly beleaguered kitchen.
Do not read this book unless you wish to have your soul devoured. However, if you are one of the Ancient Gods or Old Ones, this might just be your cup of tea. With a slice of fruitless-ambition cake.
How it came to pass.
It has eternally been an affront to my sensibilities that there are countless recipe websites out there but nothing that caters to the dark side and their supernatural appetites.
Rather than listen any longer to the howling and writhing of the tortured deities express their infinite angst at this vast injustice, I channelled my deplorable writing talents with the sole purpose of filling this void.
Thus I began transcribing the Necronomicomnomnom and commenced our Glorious Thousand-Year Reign of Destruction and Catering.
Don’t try this at home.