I was wandering my list of blogs and just reading through them. I remember my friend Deb mentioning in one of her posts the use of single themes for poetry/poetry books. I thought to myself, “Self, this may not work for others but maybe it can work for us!”. So today I am going to start my next several posts embracing the theme of ‘The Seven Deadly Sins’. I mean, come on – it is in the title, you know.
Gluttony
Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. By now, you must know that I probably sinned a lot over the years. Think about it – in the past month alone I’ve written about Easter candies and going to the Old Country Buffet. Well, my latest transgression is the following: JollyTime Mallow Magic Popcorn. By all that is unholy I think that the inventors of this stuff sit in a room and just throw together flavors.
Inventor #1: We need a new popcorn flavor that will appeal to brainless children and stupid, creeping on middle age Asian men.
Inventor #2: Um… marshmallow popcorn?
Inventor #1: Brilliant!
I picked this up while Angela and I went to the grocery store. She had this look of disgust while I had this look of finding a treasure. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. She decided that weekend that she was going to go visit her parents. I decided that it was the perfect time to try out my culinary delight.
Mallow Magic comes with a microwavable popcorn bag and then a packet of liquidy marshmallow stuff. When popping the corn itself has a sickly sweet smell to it. When the corn is done, you take it out, put it in a bowl and then you pour the contents of marshmallow packet all over it. This is just bad, plain old bad. The smell was so sweet and intense I thought that I would have to microwave one of my dog’s turds just to get the smell out. The white liquid goes on unevenly.
The dogs and I decided to go downstairs and watch dvds on the bigscreen television. Sticking your hand in this concoction was horrible. Your fingers get all sorts of sticky and the popcorn will either have very little mallow topping, no mallow topping or the corn will be 90% disintegrated due to the abundance of mallow topping. It made my teeth hurt and cause at least two gag reflexes.
Time to finish the bag: about 33 minutes.
What?! You thought I would throw it away and waste it?
The freaking microwave STILL smells like thousands of marshmallows jumped in it and held what can only be described as an orgy of gyrating sugaryness that has yet to be scraped off the innards of the electric oven in which they last partied.
Every time I open the door and get a sniff my insulin levels skyrocket.
Dude. You border on disgusting. How has your stomach not exploded yet?
Brilliant!
Brilliant!
Sugary delite! The return of sticky-fingers! The dogs must have nearly chewed your fingers off trying to get to that mallow goodness. The big question is: Have you found yourself in the candy isle of the local grocery store, in a sugar-induced haze, debating whether or not you should purchase a second helping?
Next up… Chocolate-covered grapefruits!
I worry about you.
Let me guess.
It was marshmallow.
And Popcorn
And it called to you.
Glad I could provide some inspiration!
Well……
I think that is a good viewpoint…