Easter Facts

In 1953, it took 27 hours to create a Marshmallow Peep. Today it takes six minutes.

Why... what... when... why would you bother? Twenty-seven hours seems a bit extreme. If I buy a frozen pizza and I have to leave it in the oven longer than 20 minutes, I'm pissed. I can't imagine working at that factory and taking over a day to create a peep.

In Norway, reading detective novels and crime thrillers has become a popular Easter pastime.

Okayyyyy. Let me try to bend my head around this one.... I can't.

That's all the Easter Facts I have for now.

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I'm not a fan of holidays. There's too much pressure on holidays to be sociable. On holidays, it's hard to go to the mall. And then there's the whole dressing up bit. Unless I'm going to work, I want to wear jeans. I don't care if it is Easter or Christmas or Thanksgiving. I want to wear jeans. Period.

Last night, I ate non-imitation lobster for the very first time. It tasted a lot like the imitation lobster, only there was that cumbersome shell to deal with. I didn't get to pick my lobster out of a tank; I did, however, get to go dig up which potato I wanted. Interesting restaurant, that one was.