We got the kids that infest our house marshmallow eggs and eatable grass to put them on. I tried eating the grass. Its taste just lingered in your mouth and that was not a good thing (later my daughter said that it was like the stuff you put at the bottom of a rodents cage). I noticed later that week the kids weren’t eating the marshmallow eggs, they said they looked a little bit too factory made. I tried one. When I opened the rapper I could smell the factory in China’s air. And when I took a bite and felt the crust give way filling my head with the knowledge that it wasn’t made this year. I spit it out. So as usual if you can’t eat it nuke it in the microwave. Even after its little spin I still didn’t touch it.
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