In The Dangerous Kitchen, Frank Zappa dares go where mainstream rock really never wanted to be taken...
"...in the dish with the foil where the cream is all clabbered..."
I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned Sunday and you can hardly tell a difference. Yes, it was that messy in Casa de Phlegmo.
Does cream even clabber anymore? No, it doesn't because you can't have cream, can you? It's full of fat and yummyness and someone wouldn't approve. In any case, Frank clearly plumbed the depths and scraped the bottoms of barrels for material.
Big points for the man himself wielding a fly-swatter on the album cover.
You know, come to think of it, I wish I'd written him in on my last Presidential ballot.