I have a tendency to exaggerate a little. Maybe a lot. Things I eat are the best in the world - until my next meal. The movie was my absolute favorite - until the next time I'm at the theater. So you are forgiven for thinking I maybe just found a slightly larger than normal marshmallow. But you would be wrong. Exhibit A:
Yes, that is a 2 pound marshmallow. What else would you expect me to get on my birthday? By the way, thanks to everyone who sent message, emails and comments to me wishing me a happy birthday - gracias! Hubby and I had a great dinner with friends on Thursday night, and then a trip to Chattanooga on Friday for lunch in a restaurant I was really excited about - 212.
They are a slow-food restaurant, so everything is from the area. LOVE that. The decor was horrendously outdated, but you can forgive them for that because the food was amazing. I had local baked chicken on a butternut squash/pear risotto:
And hubby went with the trout, spinach and sweet potatoes.
Anyone ever get food envy? That's when you see what the other person ordered and wish you got that instead. I almost always feel that way, but not yesterday - I won the ordering game! I think the secret to amazing risotto is clearly equal parts rice and cheese - it was so gooey and stringy and fabulous.
We walked around the city for a while taking photos and exploricating. Yep, exploricating. My new word. Bridges, cliffs, rivers, buildings - Chattanooga is a nice city indeed.
I was finally hungry enough to grab dessert. Any guesses? I went crazy and got frozen yogurt, just for a change. I like to be unpredictable, you know?
Anyway, between frozen yogurt, a sweet drink from Starbucks and, um..."birthday oatmeal" (yes, thats my normal chocolate/peanut butter oats topped with sprinkles) I couldn't even think about attacking the marshmallow quite yet.
|Sprinkles = Festive!|
So today will be official Marshmallow day. I'll take any and all suggestions on how to devour this guy:
Advice or suggestions on how to eat this marshmallow?
I'm thinking cut it into pieces and go for gourmet s'mores? Cut some up to float in hot chocolate? Slice it like bread, spread with nutella and hope I don't die from sugar overload?
Do you get "food envy" when someone's order looks better than yours?
No matter how amazing my meal is, I usually want to try the other person's anyway. Anyone remember the Friends episode where Joey won't share his fries? So glad hubby isn't like that. :)