1 cup of starry-eyed onions—sautéed in nebular oil.
Galactic quarks, a sprinkle—purchased on the interstellar black market.
3 cups of antimatter broth—beware, don’t spill!
A dash of cosmic thyme—gathered during the last solar eclipse.
Infinite loops of pasta, boiled at the speed of light.
Season with parallel universe salt, to taste.
Garnish with a phrase from an alien love poem, translated poorly.
Prepare to encounter Martian Mousse, an eternal favorite in the cosmos and an excellent palate cleanser.
Don't miss out on the essential Quantum Quiche—it transcends time, literally.