|Yes. You read that right. It's a semen cookbook|
*insert oral sex joke here*
Imagine this scenario: going to someone's house for dinner and after everyone has eaten, the hostess proudly proclaims that the secret ingredient in tonight's meal is courtesy of her virile husband, who is sitting there mischieviously smirking while rubbing his crotch. Projectile vomiting for all, followed closely by violence.
Please keep your secret sauce to yourself, and out of my fettuccine alfredo, thankyouverymuch