I think I may be running out of slack ideas to have for Thursday Tea. (Gasp) Kidding. I don't think I'll ever run out.
Secondly I think I may be pregnant. There can be no other explanation for tonight's Slack Tea Thursday. And if I am pregnant, I'm going to be famous and I need to find a manger to give birth in. And then explain the miracle of immaculate conception to my husband.
I've noticed that if you give food things fancy names nobody notices how crap they really are. The French do it all the time. Case in point - Escargot. So I present to you "Toasted Chocolate Rice with Frothy Milk Jus" and "Marshmallow Tour avec Chocolat Fudge Sauce". Sounds classy doesn't it? Like I spent hours in the kitchen working my little fingers to the bone. Just like Pioneer Woman.
In reality it's a bowl of Coco Pops with home brand milk and marshmallows on a plate with chocolate ice cream topping. Yes, really. I ate a pickled onion during prep, so I could say I had an appetiser. That's a three course meal. Did I ever tell you that the first gift Mr. P ever gave me was a box of Coco Pops? He's a true romantic at heart.
This is a normal person's food pyramid. I'm pretty sure mine is inverted. Because healthy eating is clearly not a priority for me. As evidenced by all my Slack TeaThursday posts.
On the up side the amount of chemical preservatives in coco pops will ensure that my insides stay young for a lot longer than my outsides ...and with the amount of sugar I just ate I probably wont need to sleep again until about say ...Tuesday.
But the marshallows were fat free. And fruit flavoured. As far as I'm concerned that's practically a fruit salad. And I think they missed the 6th food group off that pyramid. Chocolate should have a part of the pyramid solely dedicated to it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and eat some pickles and yoghurt.
Oh and all those people that keep suggesting I eat ice cream for Slack Tea Thursday ...I don't eat ice cream. Yep I'm a complete weirdo and I feel kind of bad that your ice cream fantasies will never be fulfilled via my blog. So here ya go...knock yourself out.
P.S. You're all still reading because you were waiting for the P.S. I'm not really pregnant bit aren't you?
Oh and Miss P thought the Marshmallow Tower rocked. I had to wrestle her to the ground in a rugby tackle to get my fork back.