Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 30, 2023

Would she turn up her nose at a cake made with Cheerios?

Looks a bit moldy.

Cheerio cake?! MMMMM…

An all day breakfast.

I hope they are chocolate spag hetti os.

Spaghettios shaped like a cake. How much time did this take to make? Was it worth it?

This is an archetypical 1950’s menu item. Bring on the Green Jello with olives and cheese!

…I eat my ’O’s right out of the can…

….the ones with the meatballs are the best…

…and there’s no way to make that contraption with ‘em…

…and, yes, I know it’s dangerous to eat them that way…

…but I don’t heat up my Vienna sausages, either…

…and each bite is the equivalent to smoking a cigarette..

…death rate wise…

…or unwise…

…but, I don’t care…

…because, maybe perhaps…

…suicide by Vienna sausages is just an urban myth…

…after all…

…Joey Chestnut is still alive and kicking…

… “,And death all round will be your dowry”…

…anyway(s)…

…I have eaten my share of ‘O’ pie…

…[oh my!]…

…and I realized I must rise above it all…

…or drown in my own Shiite Muslim…

a little meatball on top would be a nice touch…

Bunt the ball.

Spork it over lady, tis the season of the witch.

Frosted tigers paw’s and the grate tang orange drink.

There were several more errands after that. They were all optimized to align with carrying capacity and distance traveled, arranged into a natural lowest-energy configuration, like circles arrayed across a uniform surface. I didn’t see the cat again until returning home from the last errand, at which point it was seen in that same spot where it had first been noticed. I thought to myself, “It has been following me around, but kept out of sight while I had nothing of interest to it.” That was an amusing thought, for the moment. I had no sooner thought it, however, than it ran to the building and ascended to my kitchen window, there to sit, as I entered the building.

Someone left the cake out in the lame.

I’ll have the cake, please.

Oooooh oooooooh SPAGHETTI OOOOOOOOOOO’s‼️

Marie Antoinette she’s not!

i need s knife!

From the pucker on her lips, I’d guess lime jello is a major ingredient.

A 1:200 scale model of an Anglo Saxon battlement, made from materials in a suburban American kitchen.

Fruity Jello with fruit surrounded by Froot Loops.

Prince voice: “This is what it sounds like… when frogs applaud!”

This is why I am no longer allowed to bring food the the bathmat factory pot luck lunches.

Omg what is that thing? Is that a real thing??

Excellent Nose, bring on the wine.

Had a co-worker bring his specialty to an office Christmas party … Xmas Hamburger Jello …!

A bottom layer of green Jello,

a middle layer of cooked hamburger,

and a top layer of red Jello …! (not too bad)

( the can of whipped cream was optional )

In aspic, my favorite.

“Let them eat Spaghettios!” That’s the real story. They changed it to ‘cake’ years later because Spaghettios was harder to spell and well, it just sounds silly.

Spaghettios were the best.

Yes. This definitely IS what they used instead of duck lips in the 1950s, when taking food photos.

Spaghettios? I suppose possibly.

But I could more easily believe in the more rigid Cheerios, plus a binder, such as Cheerios and honey or syrup of some sort, left to harden.

And even if Marie Antoinette did not say it, it was more likely “Let them eat brioche” (Qu’ils mangent de la brioche). The real attribution is to Jean-Jacques Rousseau….

https://tinyurl.Com/yz2p74yb

That Spaghetti-Os mold looks like a Protestant potluck creation. :)

Partially sage Rosemary and thyme.