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I love playing with my food.
Now, I’m not talking about the making-mashed-potato-and-gravy-volcanoes or broccoli forests kind of playing with my food. No siree, you can bet your bonny buttons my mom taught me better than that.
I am huge, however, on playing mental games with my food.
No, I don’t psychologize my celery or wax poetic about my peas, if that what you’re thinking.
I do, however, love making associations. (I should probably go back to doing that at some point.)
So let’s talk about mushrooms. I made some on Thursday for our gals’ book club night out to see an in-canyon theater performance of Midsummer Night’s Dream. I always use the fact that I’ve never seen/read this play as a great “Never Have I Ever…” item with my literature crew, but I guess I’ll have to find a new one now.
I’ve never ordered delivery takeout before. Does that count?
Anyway, we’re talking about mushrooms.
Remember this oversized shroom-head? If you’ve ever mashed an A button, cursed your friends for sending out an untimely lightning bolt in the middle of a race, or been inspired with paralyzing fear at the sound of an approaching spiny shell as the finish line looms into view…you’ll know who I’m talking about.
Yup. That’s Toad, the useless light-weight eunuch with the vocal range of a high soprano.
He loses a balloon in battle mode when he gets rammed by anyone by Yoshi (the other light-weight).… Read more