Une géante te fait cuire jusqu'à Vore

There I was just doing my dishes, and see you scrambling around, hiding in my dishes. The chase is on. Caught you under a bowl, so angry that you escaped your cage again1 This time you've gone to far and I intend to have fun with you before I find me a new shrunk man. I toss you into a bakers bowl. Drop in my ingrediency, laugh and mock you. I bake you up right in the over. And once you are done I eat you and describe each and every bite of your demise.