"Choked by Spotted Dick"

One of the local alternative weeklies had an article a few weeks ago about an expat Brit supermarket in San Francisco (actually, just a couple of blocks from where I work), and the owners admitted that for every one can of spotted dick they sell to an expat, they probably sell five or six to Americans who can't stop giggling over spotted dick in a can.

Wow, this exercise brings out the snark in me. I'm so very sorry.

To Serve Man
Toque-gether in Murder
Blood Sausage
Hot Passion, Cold Murder, and a Warm Chocolate Cake
Kiss Me Kill Me Carve Me Serve Me
Love in the Walk-in Freezer
Toad-in-the-Hole

Hot
Death a la Carte
Murder on the Menu
A Passion for Murder
Love and Murder in Manhattan (okay, so this is an outline, not a title)
Chef d'Affaires
Cake and Dagger

Toad-in-the-Hole

Bwah!

Cake and Dagger

I kind of like this. I wonder if there's some way to play with it. Hmmm.

Hec mentioned "Taste Me" on LJ, and I'm also wondering if I can do something with the word "taste".

A Taste for Murder
Taste Test

(I really suck at titles, obviously, but I'm throwing stuff out there for the purposes of brain fodder.)

A Taste in Her Mouth(ok, maybe too porny) There is a cake called Death by Chocolate, iirc.

Love Tastes Like Murder

OK, it doesn't make any sense, but folding 3 concepts into a title is hard.

A Kiss That Tastes Of Death(Whoops, my noiris showing)

How about a play on The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover?

Or Murder, With A Side of Sauce, or, heh, Death: It's What's For Dinner.

Love with a Slice of Murder.

As a side note, I saw a t-shirt yesterday that said "Meat is Murder. Tasty, tasty murder."

Cracked me up.