I was prepared to post this when I got home from the Memorial Day BBQ I was at, but forgot and then continued to forget for 2 more weeks… until today!
I don’t even remember what that is. I think it was Goldfish on a hot dog, but look at it closely… it looks like a loose meat sandwich on a bun with Goldfish on top. And what’s up with that brown sogginess on the inside of the bun?? Gravy? Doody? I have a hard time believing that the person holding this grotesque monstrosity survived eating it, but hey, at least there were Goldfish involved. If he’s still alive, I’ll ask him how/what it was and get back to you. If he didn’t survive, we’ll remember him along with the rest of our fallen heroes next Memorial Day.
Well, I recently realized that my life until this point was a failure. I had been so blind to an idea so simple. But now I am embarking on a whole new world of deliciousness and I’d like to bring you all along for the ride:
It makes so much goddam sense that I’m questioning my intelligence for taking so long to think of it. Now if I can only convince the pizza guy to roll Goldfish into the crust as when he’s preparing the pie….
Can you tell which cookie I decorated?
My buddy Stu had an Arrested Development party this past Sunday and whipped up these bad boys:
That’s right. That’s a hunk of chocolate with Goldfish in it. I asked him what the recipe was so I could post it to the blog, and he said “I just took a bunch of chocolate and threw Goldfish in it.” Boom. It was genius in it’s simplicity, yet a achieved beautiful harmony of salty and sweet. A munchstrocity of epic proportions. Truly Stu-pendous.