I think I’ve eaten more food in the past two days than a small east African nation. We’re currently stationed at my wife’s grandmother’s house and, in the grand tradition of Southern grandmothers, she always puts out quite a spread.
While the cheese spreads on crouton-esque bread is bad enough (in a caloric, not gustatory fashion, mind you), they’re far exceeded by the white chocolate-covered popcorn, fudge, and chocolate chip cookies which carry a deliciously deadly payload of Snickers at their centers.
Ugh. I couldn’t eat anover boit. I moit frow up.