It Turns Out I Can Cook

I made Rice Crispy Treats. They were inordinately thick and a little dry but, I ate two cubes of marshmallowy, rice crispy goodness. To make sure they were fit for human consumption, of course.

I am pleased to report that they resigned themselves to their fate and put up no fight in the face of mastication and certain digestion. I fear, however, that the little sweet crunchy cubes will, in the end, not go down without some resistance. The holes in my belt tell of the ongoing battle of sugary comrades mounting an offense that is not to be trifled with.